There were security cameras and some cool cars.I went inside and sat on the sofa in the living room. She made mint tea and we drank it while talking a...d laughing. After a while, we ate. She poured little black label for herself and me.I denied at first but then I accepted thinking what can just 30 ml alcohol do in this big body of mine. It was not like that I don’t consume alcohol, I take it, but the this situation was different.She sat next to me and started talking about her life more – her. ."Jean, please leave the stocking on, can I just kiss your feet and smell them."And she laughed, but not in a mocking w ay, "Is that it, just smell my feet? Well I'm sure they probably smell a bit stinky after being in my boots all morning. I wouldn't want to smell them, and I can't imagine why you would want to kiss them, but yes, you can if you like."This was it, the dream becoming real. My cock jerked violently when she said this, and she sounded so incredibly soft and understanding. Then. I wanted to be with her so badly, but couldn't think of any way to make it happen without getting and causing hurt, so I dropped it. Colleen was the most prominent person that lived in my rear view mirror.She lived, but in my past.Jim, Millie, Rebecca, Beth Ann, Jennifer, Regina, Desdemona, Winnie, and all the others who taught me the full meaning of love, respect, happiness, and togetherness were gone from me, taken by a universe that used me to fix its problems. If I could, I wouldn't opt. I didn't mean to flinch, it's all just...new to me," the second I said those words I regretted it! I'd never felt quite as embarrassed and inexperienced as I had done then! I didn't have much time to dwell on it though."Good, don't worry," she said with a smile. She moved back a little and looked down at my shirt; my nipples were starting to ache as they pushed against it. She trailed a path with her finger down my throat and chest and down in-between my breast. My breathing became shallow.