Which fits into my feet fetish, and she was tied at number 1….with a certain friend. Kimberly is the type who wears no socks or shoes unless she has...to deal with snow. So many times that I saw her, I took pics, saved them for such rainy days. This story is inspired about a moment when she and I talked about her feet. One evening, she caught me staring, and pulled me into the bedroom upstairs. I admitted to her about amazing feet, and she blushed, evening commenting that her husband never pays. She cried for about 15 minutes, and the next thing she said was, "I was ta be next, wasn't I?" I didn't answer, but there was really no point in saying anything—the girl knew exactly what her fate had been until I showed up."Thank ya, Mister. I sure do appreciate ya killin' as many of them Injuns as ya did. When I gits big enough, I'm gonna kill the rest of 'em!"There was nothing for me to say for that comment, so I changed the subject. "How old are you, Jane, and where can we find you some. I ignored all of the advances from the other members hoping I’d see my dad’s screen name pop up and say something to me. Finally after what seemed like forever he did, and my heart almost burst through my chest. 8inDaddy: Hey there, you seem pretty popular… haven’t seen u here before… feel like chatting? Daddy’sAngel: Yeah its my first time here….bit overwhelming….but since you’re the first guy to ask me nicely I’d love to. 8inDaddy: you want to chat here or in a private room so u don’t get. "Thanks for getting me my stuff, Barbie" he said putting the strap of the laptop over one shoulder and the strap for the pack holding the scanner on the other. "You coming with me?" What? It's fucking cold out there, you moron!" she screeched. "I'm a water sprite you fucking idiot! I'd be an ice cube within five steps!" Oh, sorry," he blinked. "Well, do you just want to meet me over there then?" I suppose I could," she mumbled a little embarrassed. "But that takes a lot of magic and..." And.