”so we quitely walk in and sit on opposite ends on the couch. she slowly brings her feet up and place them in my lap. i layed down and put both ...eet on my face and started smell her feet with her tight ankle socks on. As i smelled her feet she started to wiggle her toes and they would lightly touch my forehead and that got me really hard. i decided to take her socks off and when i did i noticed she has metallic pink polish on her toes. i placed her feet back on my face and could feel her. " I led Mit to my living room couch, gave her a hug, and had her sit down. "Let me get you a glass of tea, and then I'll try to answer your questions."I was only out of the living room a few minutes. When I returned, I was startled to see Mit standing in front of my hallway mirror. She seemed to be admiring and assessing herself. She was lifting her breasts as if weighing them and pushing them together. She slid her hands down and rubbed her flat belly. Her nipples were trying to push through. I called my friend Doctor Günter and made an appointment for both of them. Their first appointment was set up for the next week. He would interview them together at first and then separately afterwards. In the discussion they both expressed the same feelings of anxiety that had been plaguing them for years as far back as they could remember. When he asked about their parents they both said that they didn't remember their parents. Doctor Günter asked them a bunch of questions after which he. V an entire day.”“According to who?”Frankie shook her head and strode to the jeep, jumping into the backseat this time. She pulled out a pack of king-sized wrappers, pre-rolled filters and a grinder. After instructing Scott to open one of the bags, she broke apart some of the weed and rolled it into a cone-shaped joint.“Hey, sorry about before,” she said. “I was being a major bitch. Smoke this with me, alright?”Scott nodded, and she lit it with her lighter. At five puffs in each, they leered at.