Her calves were very muscular, but still so feminine, perfect tiny ankles and long, wide beautiful feet. My best guess was a size eight. She moved her...boots to the side of her chair and very close to my chair then eased her feet into the footbath.The aroma of her boots hit me a few seconds later. Very strong, very sweet, very raw, it was so delicious. The combination of the warm leather and the natural fragrance of feet trapped inside that leather for hour after hour was an erotic symphony for. " Well, that's not much to work with." She had a lazy voice, a little breathy, a sensuous huskiness underlying it, and she was bending down to gather her scripts and purse from one of the seats, and she straightened up, and looked at me, her eyes doing that rapid once-over again, so quickly it was barely noticeable. And she just waited, giving me that grin that was beginning to look a playful dare, like saying, "I dare you to think up something phony and clever to say next."I borrowed a line. John came out of the kitchen with a big dish of lasagne that he had just cooked up for them, the cheese on the top piping hot.“Here you go girls, try this!” he said enthusiastically. “Have any of you had lasagne before?” he asked curiously.None of the girls had and it smelled so delicious they couldn’t wait to try it. John walked around the table holding the chairs out for each girl in turn, waiting for them to sit down. Alyssa and Sparks wondered what he was doing for a moment, but Calara had. Having gathered herself she retorted, “Shut up you silly kid. How could you dream even that I would accept such a proposal?” “But, why not, mom? You surely need a companion at such a young age.” “For that I have you at my disposal.” “But you cannot share all your discussions with me dear. And you know that, don’t you?” Mom was trying to read between the lines of my remark. “Can you be a bit clearer as to what exactly you mean?” “Of course, I can. But you’ll have to promise me that you would not.