You wanna smell my feet?”i couldn’t believe what i just heard. she asked if i wanted to smell her feet.“sure. but we have to be quie... so we don’t wake my sister.” i told her“ok lets go in on your couch.”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 feet on my face and started smell her feet with her tight ankle socks on. As i smelled her feet she started to. Even so I don't think she made any real noise, nor did the bed move and I did not think the RV was shaking with our movements. Still I knew she approved of my touching her clit the same as she knew I loved the way her pussy felt around my penis. And when she dropped a hand between us and cupped my balls, I gave her an extra squeeze of approval.Over her shoulder, she whispered that we had to go slow to keep from rocking the RV so I was very careful not to start pumping her pussy. We didn't have. The worst was still to come. And I had to step into it. StepI did: "What?" Well, I... still like you."Yep. The worst. The worst was now upon us. Now I was totally chilledlike someone had just shown a tombstone with my name on it and we wereback to suspense, fear and agony again. I was too sick to my stomach toeven feel anger. "Patrick..." I mean, I still like-like you. And even though I feel that way and eventhough I totally support who you are, I really don't think we should befriends. For some reason, George had set these up more than a yard apart. She hadn’t come north of the Arctic Circle to sleep across the room from her husband. She moved the cots next to each other.Back in Boston, the sun had risen in the east and set in the west. She’d noticed it being lower at noon in the winter than in the summer, but not any change in where it rose or set. In Regina, the change of rising place and setting place had been noticeable. (Of course, Regina had streets running east and.