It was the first time I had ever seen a bidet. I realized what it was but I had never seen one before and didn't know how to use it. I used the toilet...and then went to the sink and washed my pussy and my face and hands and rinsed my mouth out. I dried off and went back out to the bedroom.I was incredibly embarrassed now that it was over, or at least it was over for now. I was embarrassed about what I'd done. But more than that, I was embarrassed that I had enjoyed it so much. My day wasn't over. I jumped on her prone body, and held her wrists in my hands. The air was knocked out of her lungs. She fought very strongly to dislodge me. Soon, she was face down, beneath me.Her struggles slowed, as she tired. I could hear her laboured breathing as she seemed to give up. She was supporting most of my weight. I was very surprised at her strength, and felt that even with her small body, she was as strong as me."I told you before, that I did not want to hurt you. I still don't. Can't we be. They would tempt and tease you with their treasured feet. You would succumb and try in vain to gain access to them, yet your attempts would always fail and you’d fall short of their approval. I’d wager a bet Maxwell that at this point you’d either awake to a wet dream or be pounding yourself to orgasm. Do not feel awkward over this passion for female feet however. You are not quite the freak your non foot loving associates have banned you. To be sure almost all people find some. The perfect age to have teenage children in the Marching Band. I wondered how many were single parents like the four of us in our team.Laura told me to come to her house on Saturday for my orientation. The other women just giggled.I said, “Okay.”When I arrived on Saturday she asked me about my daughter Amber. I answered her questions and showed her a couple of pictures.Then Laura asked me if I had ever seen my daughter naked.I replied that I had not, since she was little.Then she asked me if I.