Welkins continued. “A pity you don’t show them like your friends do.”With that, Mr. Welkins walked away, leaving a very confused Katy to ponder ...is comments. She had always had a certain hatred of feet, stemming from her youth. Her friends were indeed all wearing shoes that showed off their well pedicured feet, something which Katy didn't share with her roommates. Deciding not the concern herself with it, Katy walked into the house to join her friends.The inside proved to be just as dusty, run. "I know, Daddy. I'm ready." "Raise your hips." He stuffed a folded pillow under me, and pushed up the hem of my nightie, leaving my bare bottom exposed. With a low groan, he ran his hand over it. "You're still pink from your spanking. And tender, I bet, too." His hand was warm and gentle as he rubbed circles. "Good." I heard a quiet click, then Daddy finger was between my cheeks with something wet and cold. When I tensed a sharp pinch was enough to remind me to relax, as Daddy touched me where. I probed gently."Turn over please" I whispered into her ear withdrawing my hand. She turned quickly, my hand now reached to the left nipple, tweaking the firm nub. I leaned to kiss her softly. Our kisses lingered. She turned her body to me, her arm circled my neck as she kissed me harder. I d****d my arm over her right side, bent at the elbow to grasp her right tit, rolling her nipple firmly. I felt her growl in our kiss as her hips thrust against me. Her free had slid between us, finding my. I lay beside her my chest heaving as I tried to recover my own breath.“That was good,” she said. “That was very good.”“Good? It was epic,” I said. I could feel her giggling, silently giggling.“I stand corrected,” she saidI rolled over and cuddled her in my arms. We slept, napped, for maybe an hour and a half. We didn’t often have the same day off, but when we did we made the most of it.I felt her stretch. My eyes fluttered open.“I love you beautiful lady,” I said.“I love you too,” she.