. but the thing I couldn't keep my eyes off of were here feet. She had the most beautiful feet I had ever seen. It was as if they were sculpted by an ...ngel. Her bright red toes curled in pleasure as she rubbed her clit with her matching nails. I wanted nothing more than to pick her feet up off my sink and put them in my mouth... but I was scared. Too nervous to even mention it. But what I did do was unzip my pants and begin to stroke my cock. I couldn't help it. Some firey passion came over me. I looked down to the other end of the couch and noticed a guy stroking his cock I watched for a second as he was getting faster and faster then slide down next to him and reached down and took over stroking I was stroking it rather faster when he said I am getting close. Without hesitation I leaned down and but his head into my mouth he came and kept stroking and sucking I took his whole load in my mouth and then spit it in the floor stood up and walked out of the theater back to the booths. I. ”Inga’s expression changed as he talked and she was reassured. She added, “I guess that really makes Josh brave, like a hero.”Brad smiled, “Exactly… he’s a very brave man.” Brad lied. Brad waited a few seconds to let their conversation sink in. Then he asked, “So, do you think you’re ready to be a mommy?”Inga smiled at him and shook her head, “Yeah, I think I am.”Brad then started kissing Inga who kissed him back with earnest. Brad’s hands started roaming her body, with one hand grabbing her. She looked wonderful too. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s sisters and probably the only family member that I was still on good terms with. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the.