In her broken English, she told me to take off my shoes. She looked at my feet, giggled, "Bad feet!" I didn't think my feet were that bad, just needed...some attention. She began her work, soaking the feet, scrubbing them, shaving off the old dead skin. I am highly ticklish when it comes to someone touching my feet. She smacked my leg when I moved and told me to be still. I don't know why, but this was turning me on, I began to chub up. "Think of your grandmother, your mother, Mozart, whatever it. I suddenly felt brave, got a bit naughtier and wriggled out of them for better access.I had a feeling there were eyes on me and looked around but didn't see anyone at first, then I caught one of the temps, we'll call him Nick, moving out from behind a vending machine, looking at me with a shy smile on his face. He had seen me from the side and clearly knew what I was doing! We'd been flirting here and there and all week he'd been sneaking long glances down my top to get a good look at my ample. "Who is it?" I called out."It's Mom, let me in." Opening the door she stepped inside a white sports holdall in her handsand a plastic bag with what looked like a number of bottles in it. Shewalked in dropping the holdall on the floor and the plastic bag on thebed before sitting down."So have you enjoyed your time as Tracey?" she asked.I blushed a little in front of her even although it had been a week sinceall this had begun we had never really spoke about it. She had acceptedme as her daughter. A:- tum khud dekh loMeri itni kehne ki der thi ki divya ne meri panta ka button or zip khol k lund ko bahar nikaal liyaD:- sach meri yaar , bahut lamba haiAbb vo bhi porn dekh k garam thi aur vo mera lund ko upr niche krne lggiMaine fir divya ko dekha aaur uska face pakad kr usse kiss krne lgg gya, 10-15 min. Tak humne continuesly kiss ki aur sath-sath main uske boobs and gand bi dba rha tha. Achanak mujhe uski dadi ka khyaal aya , maine unke baare mei pucha to usne btaya ki vo sath wale ghar.