Jack tried to account for his feelings about it – he was generally a very organized man. There was no rational reason why Jack didn’t like the man... he decided as he straightened up his tie and donned his tuxedo jacket. He just didn’t.All his feelings of misgiving were washed away as Paige made her entrance down the grand staircase of the Brewster foyer. She was the type of woman that could make a potato sack look good. Her slim 5′ 5′ frame was accentuated by her 35B breasts and her 34 inch. They laid the blond Rachel on a bench and he ripped off her shoes and socks. Her feet smelled exactly likie a girls would who just cheered at a soccer game for 2 hours. The captain took her beautiful feet to his face and smelled them, holding them with one hand and jacking off with the other. He ran his hand down her smooth muscular leg and then he said give me a fucking foot job. He placed her feet on his raging hard cock. He could still smell their sweety aroma while she massaged his cock. The old woman glanced in Doc’s direction. She nodded her head thoughtfully muttering unintelligible words, then her gaze fell once more upon me searching my eyes. I had said nothing to her but she spoke as if I had. “Are you sure about this?” she waggled a boney finger in my face. “There is no turning back”. Again I said nothing but she answered as if I had again. “So be it!” she announced then waved her hands in the air in a strange pattern. I must have closed my eyes because when I opened. Emily had more or less made up her mind to keep her mouth shut until she'd learned the territory, but she couldn't let that one pass. "All I've ever seen the old one do is blow more dirt around downtown than it picks up," she commented. "I have to sweep off the store driveway every time it goes past. Even if the money were spent to fix it I doubt it would work any better than it ever has."Since there wasn't much else to talk about at the meeting the discussion dragged on for a while, and when.