Charity had loved her feet being kissed so andWhitney was the same.Whitney began moaning in pleasure as her feet continued to be worshipped."Your feet...are very pretty," I commented."MMpphhh!" Whitney replied enthusiastically and appreciative of thecompliment.I continued to kiss her feet for a few more minutes before turning myattentions elsewhere. I stroked Whitney's nylon-clad legs; working my wayup to her thighs."MMppphh! UUmmppphh!" she moaned with increasing urgency.I slipped my hand. I pulled down her gym shorts, sliding them to her ankles.She voluntarily shuffled closer, exaggerating the hobble of her shorts around her ankles. In a moment she was standing on my right just touching her knees to my leg.The back of my finger, hooked back inside her panties to graze her pussy lips. She swooned with that sexy touch.I pulled her by the hand gently guiding her to lay on my lap. As she bends, I hold her by the neck to guide her descent.With her settled in my lap, my left hand. "She raised an eyebrow. "Is your husband also interested?" No."She raised the other eyebrow. "I'll ask the head of the project to telephone you. He's in Washington."A few hours later I received a telephone call from John Bright, the Vice President for International affairs for the Christian Mission to Sudan (CMS) – which is the name I will call the charity. "Let me tell you a little about our project," he began. "Sudan, as you know" -- actually, I didn't know -- "is suffering from a civil war. She let out a long muffled moan as the contractions in her pussy kept squeezing my finger over and over until the waves subsided and her body went limp. I pulled out my sugar coated finger and took a deep breath. This was by far the most exhilherating experience of my life. I jumped back as suddenly she began moving her legs. She lifted her knees parting her legs in an inviting manner. My heart raced at the opportunity in front of me now as I hurriedly pulled off my pants and underware. My cock.