I turned my head slightly to try to see who it was.Before I could see, I felt what seemed to be two overly ripe melons pressing into my shoulders. “...acob, you are home!”Angel, I assumed, had come into the kitchen. She released me and walked around to join her sister at the coffee pot. Angel was dressed in a tank top and cotton shorts. When she reached up to get her mug, her shorts rose up into her plump ass.The girls were almost identical. Before I went off to college, I could not tell them. His bladder filling, his cock swelling, the release as a golden arch spills forth. Good, my own cock begins to swell at the thought. Where should this story take place? In the woods? No, not tonight. Sometimes I like a crowded beach, but I think I'm ready for something different. I know! Deep underground, in a crowded subway, with nowhere to hide. My pulse races as I imagine the scene. There's an office worker, Jarrod, who's rushed out of the office. He's been drinking coffee all day, but was. She is a very hard worker and has been very nice to me."I certainly did not want to compliment his daughter on the way she squeezed my cock with her tight little vaginal muscles.Mrs. Schmidt beamed like the Montauk Lighthouse and primped her braided bun with a nervous gesture. Gloria, on the other hand, looked like she was ready to puke listening to my line of bullshit."So, Harry, your family name, err, that's not Jewish, is it?"The old guy was anything but subtle."No, sir, it is a combination. Jerry was shocked at the sight of this. Jerry had always been a female foot fetishist all his life. He never saw anyone with feet that were golden in color. His mouth was also watering as he saw them.The angel like lady placed her right foot on his face. Jerry licked a little and found that her feet were sweet tasting. They tasted sweeter than candy or any pastry. His mouth watered even more as he licked and licked. He was now smiling brightly as he licked the spirit lady’s golden foot. As he.