She kinda just looked at me with wide eyes. Kinda jokingly she was like "EW! Do you have a foot fetish or something?" Not really feeling embarrassed o... ashamed of that, and being that she was my best friend who I could be honest with, I told her "Yeah actually I kinda do." Then she was like, "So you like my smelly feet?" (or something like that) and again I was honest and told her that I did and that I thought she had really cute feet. She laughed playfully and, kinda lovingly making fun, she. “Why you ask?” Stalker went defensive. I pushed a reassuring clip of George Washington’s across the table.“Can’t find her. They divorced months ago, she lives elsewhere.” My angel never mentioned a divorce. “There’s more if you get me her details.” I looked at Stalker, who nodded, forcing another mouthful down with a swig of coffee. And what do they say comes from the mouths of babes and fools?On the way to the office my cell rang, the blonde’s silky voice washed over me. “Mr. Tarakan, we. We looked at each other and laughed nervously and went on to something else. About ten minutes later, Zach got the guts to ask if I would mind if we could take a look a that porno for just a bit. I just shrugged whatever but he could tell I wanted to watch it too. So we flipped the channel and watched a blonde chick get rammed. After several intense minutes, he asked if I would mind if he would get a bit more comfortable. I again said whatever and he lied back and began to slowly touch his dick. About half way through my "session," I heard her walking upstairs. We were alone in the house and I knew it was her as I heard the cute little thumps of her bare feet hitting the hard wood steps on the way up. Panicked, thinking she was going to walk into my room, I quickly turned off the porn and put my cock back in my pants. I was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, so my erection was still visible. I sat quiet, listening to her walk down the hallway, but she turned and walked into her.