When I say men staring at her feet and looking at me with envy, it gives great pleasure. It was one of those days when we were out shopping. A man in ...he store was constantly looking at her feet. He came to me and we started chatting. After some pleasantries, he got to the point. "Your wife has got lovely feet", he said. "I know", I said. I could see that the guy has a huge foot fetish and I could also see slight bulge in his pants. After a small pause, he said, "I could pay you to have a. Meanwhile there was still the matter of the big prick now spearing in and out of her hot mouth. She could feel the muscles in his belly knotting tighter, drawn into quivering bands by the sexual tension she was helping create within him, and for a moment she regretted that his cock was not in her cunt. The moment of regret quickly passed, and she knew that she would have ample opportunity later to sample that tool, to feel it being thrust deep into her slit and prying the walls of her cunt. I promise." Okay," she sighed. "But if you come up in the next fifteen minutes I'll make it worth your whiiile," Sheila sing-songed then barked, "After that you're on your own, bub."Finally I had some peace and quiet and could devote at least a few minutes to one of my favorite hobbies — giving constructive feedback to Storiesonline authors. I'm a registered member and often lurk on the forums, but never really say anything. I'm mainly there to try and understand the writers. You know, what. I dug some more and found that Dad had another three bank accounts in three different banks in town. All were with the same SSN. I also found that the Daniel Hamner in the other county was also my dad. He had a home and fifty acres of woodland there, as well as another bank account.Mom asked me to print out everything I had found, and that she would handle it from there. I said ok, but told her if she needed anything more, just to ask. I would be happy to do anything for her.I think at this.