I go faster, and feel my foot slide a bit deeper. Her pussy feels fabulous, it’s beginning to squeeze on me rhythmically, and her breathing is getti...g ragged. Soon I’m losing control too, thrusting harder, almost kicking my foot in and out of her, turning it from side to side so that it stretches her more, and that’s when she starts to go mental. Next thing I know, she’s let go of her tit and she’s grabbing at my ankle, pulling me in and out, even deeper, using my foot like a giant dildo,. I returned to my glass of ice tea to catch my breath. Hearing the buzzeron the drier I unloaded it to the folding table and unloaded the washerinto the drier. My breathing had returned to normal as I loaded thewasher for the last time. I commanded the hand washing done, dried andfolded on the table. Next I commanded the regular clothes folded andseparated.Mother calling from the kitchen door: "Darla Sweetheart, come hither." Isat near her and sipped my tea. "You are really doing well but as. Did I ever tell you that Karin slapped me hard across the face when I was with her in Sweden during the summer of 1984?”“No, but you wrote it in your journal. She was right, you know. About just about everything.”“You trust my journals?” I asked.“Steve, you are your own harshest critic. I believe you report things accurately. Certainly, you didn’t pull any punches when you analyzed the ‘Becky Incident’ as we used to call it. Or the lousy way you treated some of the girls. But Karin nailed it. I. She sat in front of me with love and begging in her eyes. I reached up to her face and grazed her cheek stroking softly up and down then finally taking her head and pulling it to mine and we kissed which started the flame of the night. I pulled the tank top she had on over her head as she still looked straight into my eyes. She pulled my t-shirt off after that and kissed my chest. She had the best pair breasts I ever had the privilege to see and feel. She was beautiful even more so in the light.