Berni never had time to speak or to ask why Melissa was closing in on her.In her mind, Berni already knew the answer anyway, or at least she hoped she...did.Melissa closed the gap up tight, her full breasts squashing into the white T-shirt top hiding Berni’s chest. One hand came up to the right side of Berni’s head preventing any form of escape. Her other hand snaked into her knickers and over her wet snatch before a finger slipped inside.“Is this all for me?” she asked, looking intently into her. I was still anxious that evening when she asked me to come to her room. I was scared stiff. Trepidation filled me as I entered her room. To my immense relief, she was naked when I came in. I had to fight as always not to stop and stare at her naked body. Unless she was doing that to give me false hope, which I doubt my loving mother would do to me, I knew it meant she wanted me to massage her again. I quickly closed the door and walked into her room. When I got near her, she put her hand to my. I have kept my body in good shape and I’m happy with it.I smiled, finished my make-up and then left to have some fun. It seemed to be typical Friday night and people acted like it. Younger guys were whistling at me as I walked passed. I guess they thought that I’m younger than I am, but anyway, it felt nice and I just smiled and waved at them. I had just regular black short skirt that showed a little bit of my thighs, black undies under my skirt, black jacket, and tight dark blue top to keep my. She had kept them perfect ! I wanted to fuck them, to fuck them so badly. Her feet were amazing, they looked so soft, she swinged them around and memorized me, her watching me all this time watching her feet. They were just as long as my cock, maybe size 35 or so and glistened from what must have been some type of oil. She had a toe ring on the left foot and an ankle bracelet on the other !I finally broke away from my stare and listened to her.“Do you like my feet? “ She said, now, sounding.