At the end of this time, Ray came to the conclusion that he was hopelessly in love with Ms X. There wasn't a doubt in his mind. He wanted to be with h...r all the time. It was so enjoyable to be in her company that it was a downer when he wasn't with her.Ray wasn't sure what Ms X's feelings were for him and Ray wondered if her apparent happiness in being with him translated into love. The intimate moments they shared with each other seemed to be more than just sex but Ray couldn't be sure if Ms X. Staring at my bra, I undo the clasps, and slide it down my arms. ‘I can’t be the only one dressed, can I?’ April asked me, pouting her perfect pink lips. Fiercly shaking my head, I pull her dress up over her head, and throw it wherever the hell my skirt went at this point. I saw her pink nipple poking out from her red lace bra, that matched her hair perfectly. Ripping the front clasps open, her boobs poured out towards me. I made a note to myself to come back to them later. Bending down. I begin salivating I'm sure while defending the foot fetish thereby proclaiming mine. My eyes completely mesmerized by her barefeet in front of me as I resist the urges to drop to my knees and pounce on them and do every delicious act of foot fetishism that she brought up. I had to even admit that I like the scent of a woman's feet sweat. I did so because she told a story about a roommates bf that had terrible foot odor. I had to let her know that we give off different smells and womens feet. Mia had already known about my scars. but knowing she was right there looking at them made me want to hide myself. become invisible anything, but let her see them. I tried to cover them with my hands but before I could she held onto my wrists. Without a word she looked into my eyes and back to the scars on my tits from 10 years ago. She gently traced them with her fingers each circle each darkened spot. I felt her lips on my tit and I moaned arching my back a little. The pleasure was incredible.