What he saw was a man of no more than 18 years of age. It was clear this young man was new to the West by derby hat he was wearing. A well-worn wool s...ore bought pair of pants, a (what used to be) white cotton shirt and brown brogan shoes rounded out his attire. It was obvious to any western man that this youngster was new to the West, as these clothes were not suitable for work in the West.The young man looked up at the marshal as he approached, and with a clear and open expression on his face. ?Mmm, that’s better.? she said, wiggling her toes. ?I hope my feet don’t smell?? she asked her friend. ?It’s funny how they tend to smell more when I’m wearing nylons. Is it the same with you?? ?Oh yes,? the other girl answered. ?It’s definitely worse. I wouldn’t dare to take my shoes off now. But your feet are smaller than mine, so they probably smell less?. ?Don’t worry? I said, grabbing the opportunity to both have an opinion on the topic and to say something flattering. ?Women in general. He’s playing with your breasts again whilst he’s kissing you, kneading them, stroking them, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Occasionally, he puts one hand in your hair and tugs on it gently so you arch your back towards him. Both of you are now breathing heavily, panting almost. Pete’s hands have moved, almost imperceptibly, down past your stomach, and you’re waiting for him to touch you, right where, now – now this very minute! – you need him to touch you. He doesn’t. His fingers. Woh apne hath aage le-jaake uske boobs dabane laga, aur peeche se woh kapdo ke upar se uski gaand mein apna lund dabane laga.Fir usne Kirti ki t-shirt utaar di. Kirti ke bra mein kasse hue boobs dekh kar Aashu pagal ho gaya. Usne jaldi se uski bra ka hook khol kar uski bra utaari, aur boobs choosne shuru kar diye.Woh zor-zor se Kirti ke nipples choos raha tha, jisse uski saans chadhti jaa rahi thi. Fir usne Kirti ko bed par litaya, aur uski kamar choomte hue leggings par aa gaya. Usne leggings.