It was easy enough to change my home phone number. That made the evenings a little less stressful. What I didn't expect was that changing my cell phon... would also resolve the Bev and Barb dilemma. I was sitting in my room familiarizing myself with my new phone when Kari told me she was running out to the store to pick up a few groceries that had run out. Non essentials like coffee. I mean, how do you run out of coffee? I was starting to think she was setting me up.Bev came into the room. Tim was already at the table, and Erick pulled up his chair after a brief good morning. He knew that Tim did not like to be disturbed so early with banal chatter. The oldest brother perused his newspapers silently, munching on his fresh croissants and drinking his steaming hot coffee.Ron entered shortly thereafter, and sat down."Wher're the girls?" he asked. "I hope Arlene knows that she's expected to go along on this trip!" he growled sitting down."And Sylvie'd better be ready on time!" Ron. You’ve never even suggested or hinted at ass play, and I feared to propose it, for fear that it was even more risque than anything to do with your pussy. Yes, I would love to lick, finger, and toy with your booty, Larissa,” Rain answered with delight ... and some awkwardness about a certain part of the anatomy.“So, lot’s of ass play. I wouldn’t mind some of that myself. Both your ass and Rain’s, I might add,” I laughed.“Oh, love, you have no idea just how much you’re going to get use my arse!. With a certain friend. Kimberly is the type who wears no socks or shoes unless she has to deal with snow. So many times that I saw her, I took pics, saved them for such rainy days. This story is inspired about a moment when she and I talked about her feet. One evening, she caught me staring, and pulled me into the bedroom upstairs. I admitted to her about amazing feet, and she blushed, evening commenting that her husband never pays this much attendance to her they way I do. Any way this dream.