"That's not what I meant", she laughed, raising her foot to me. "I read your preferences - I know you want this."I took her foot in my hands and pulle... her shoe off. Her feet were admittedly beautiful - slender and well taken care of. I kissed the ball of her foot and heard her stifle a moan. My dick also twitched in my pants. I kissed her foot all over - the heel, the arch, the ball. Then I took her tiny toes in my mouth and sucked on them. I started kissing up her leg. Her beautiful, toned. Fuck,” Susan lowly exhaled as she threw her head back with the last word.Stephanie was riveted by the story. She watched her friend get visibly worked up from telling her all of this. Her own body responded in kind with the fire that had been smoldering within her set ablaze again. Her pussy incessantly throbbed with need.“He took me, Stephanie. We’d been going for a long time and he was massaging my foot and he just took me. Something inside of him was unleashed, and it was unleashed on. You close your eyes, readying yourself for the bulbous invader. You let your mind wander to the thoughts of our adventure last week. You visualize how I forced you to smile in front of that waiter and order your food while I shoved a finger deep into your ass. You recall the sudden presence beneath your dress, followed by a resounding gasp as my digit made its entry, the wetness from your feminine folds supplying ample lubrication. You imaging reliving the event, ordering the first item off the. “Shall we go through to the lounge, lads?” Jack asked after we’d all finished eating. “I’ve got a bottle of twenty-year-old Scotch that I’ve been looking for an excuse to open. Picked it up last summer on the Isle of Oban.”“Sounds good to me,” I said.“Aren’t you driving?” Gabby asked.“No,” said Tom. “We’ve booked a couple of Scooter-men.”“Those guys with the fold-able scooters?” Jack asked.“Yep,” I said. “They stick the scooter in the boot and then drive you home. It’s cheaper than hiring a.