”“Well, I’d been planning on keeping you in for another day or two,” she said, considering it. “How do you feel? Any lingering pain?”“So...e in my chest, but I can breathe freely and unless I take a really deep breath, it doesn’t really hurt all that much,” I told her. “My ankle felt fine yesterday during my trips to the bathroom, I haven’t felt dizzy or weak or anything.”She thought about it for a long moment and then nodded. “Let me listen to your breathing, look over your chart and a few other. While most foot fetish fantasies are about getting their cock stroked with feet, mine is more into the smell and taste of her feet. Obviously, I never want them washed, and I prefer to have them after being in her work shoes all day. They are always soft on the soles, and have that musky aroma every time….EVERY time! When I get to have my way with her, I take my time and enjoy the seconds like they were hours. My favorite thing currently is kneeling next to her naked body and her feet in. He was more interested in watching Ramona dance. She looked so exotic when she moved. She wore tight, faded jeans and a snug white sweater. He was practically drooling. Every song she danced with a different guy, some of them the counselors from the hockey camp and some the counselors from the girl's camp. Ethan wished he had the courage to ask her to dance with him.The guys Ethan was standing with were saying bawdy, crude things about Ramona, the women counselors from the girls camp, and even. And if she were less beautiful, less desirable, and a few hundred more miles out of my life, none of this would matter very much at all.So I just continued the pattern of violating Shirley's privacy, and went over to see Herm and Betsy, to talk about Shirley some more, behind her back. I gave them a moderately abridged version of our conversation at my place -- deemphasizing Shirley's anger and her sometimes crudely expressed resentment, but characterizing her negative reaction to our.