Let me get something." He stood up now, returning his shrinking member to his slacks. He went to the counter and picked up some baby wipes he kept the...e, just for this purpose. "Wait! Tell me, may I have the shoes? Just as a little gift?" She grinned at him. He was quick to respond. "They're yours, of course. Do you want to wear them now? I was going to wipe your little feet clean for you." Giggling, she said, "Don't bother wiping them. I think I might like the way they'll feel when you lick. Through the different mirrors and in direct view, I'd watch her. She was still young herself then, a brunette, and I thought she was absolutely the most gorgeous woman in the world. Hell, my mom was smoking hot. She was petite, her skin bronzed by the sun everywhere her two piece didn't cover, and everywhere else a lovely milky white with perfect skin. I could alter where I looked and see most of what went on anywhere in that bathroom, and to this day I remember vividly everything about one. So, maybe I’m not IN love with you just yet, but I love you as the true friend you’ve turned out to be. I’ve been so wrapped up in worrying about what lay in the future for me that I’ve been blind. But, all the time, you were right here. And you are special, Eric. So let’s give this a chance, okay?” “So you think this is all about fate or something?” “I think I’d be crazy not to.” She stepped over to me and pressed a knee between mine, putting her hands on my shoulders. She knelt down until we. Oh my God! It feels so lovely. Go on darling! Keep pumping. I want you to fill me up to the brim with your thick seed.” Someone had their hands on my balls and was massaging the last drops of sperm from me as I collapsed into Sandra’s lap, spent from my exertions. Having watched the competition between Sharji and myself, Sandra was still determined to reduce the pressure in her breasts and once again fed her nipple into my mouth, ordering me to suck. As I panted, so I drew great swabs of.