."Jean, please leave the stocking on, can I just kiss your feet and smell them."And she laughed, but not in a mocking w ay, "Is that it, just smell my...feet? Well I'm sure they probably smell a bit stinky after being in my boots all morning. I wouldn't want to smell them, and I can't imagine why you would want to kiss them, but yes, you can if you like."This was it, the dream becoming real. My cock jerked violently when she said this, and she sounded so incredibly soft and understanding. Then. You cry out uncontrollably as the most intense orgasm explodes from within, your pussy clenching tightly around his thick shaft which he drives deep, grinding powerfully, your juices flooding him as he holds you tight against him. Panting breathlessly, he unties the rope, a sense of relief in your arms which you loop over his head, resting your tired arms around his neck as he lifts you with ease. Sitting back on a hay bale, he gentle lowers you gingerly to your feet before him, your mind. I was thinking all this while lying dead and over me Ishan was also totally exhausted. Just like we two, my husband was lying on Gayatri after emptying his balls into her fuckhole and Gayatri was holding him hard by wrapping his legs and arms around his body.Gradually we all got up and we both; me and Gayatri went to the other room and used the washroom one by one silently, without looking at each other. I don’t know about Gayatri but now after doing everything with all my consent I was feeling. I surrender to you. The last button pops open and your erection springs free. Holding on to the steel rod you feel between my labia, seperating them, as they shield my opening, spreading my creaminess, preparing me for your entry. You know that it will be swift and hard but you just can’t wait any longer to be inside me. My hands grasp at you, one at the back of your neck, the other digs beneath the collar of your shirt, scratching at your shoulder. ‘‘ That’s it, baby, scratch me. How much do.