You can say that I have experiences all type of females, and all type of feet big, small, silky, ugly, wrinkled, black, white, softest and hardest. Bu... I enjoyed and take taste from all type of feet, I found the beauty in the feet of females. A story of my childhood is in progress and I will sent if I got good response from this story. That story is with my an aunt, my feet loving with her and still going on, that story have many chapters. This experience is with my neighbor, at that time. I suddenly and noticeably quivered. “Are you okay?” Jim asked, with the slight look of concern on his face. “Oh, yes,” I said. “Just a sudden chill.” I knew he would know it was a lie, because it was one of our last nice days of the season. It was still quite warm out. “You aren’t afraid of me, are you?” He asked. If he only knew. Fear was the least of what I was feeling. I never had such sudden feelings for anyone I came across no matter how gorgeous, but with Jim Stewart, well, I just felt. Sitting somewhere comfy and watching the world go by. Because I never stay more than a few nights in any one town I am often in coffee shops, cafes, bars and such, so I guess it’s good that I enjoy it. Some people like to make up stories about the lives of the people that pass by. I don’t, because I’m a telepath. I can read the real stories, pulled straight out of a person’s head. That guy over by the pedestrian crossing, for example – a 45-year old insurance claim clerk who considers himself. Cochran for 3 years and had never been offered anything but stress and pressure.Constance handed Mary a Coke and sat on the edge of the desk in front of her as Mary sipped at her drink, "Thank you Ma'am," she said. "Now Mary, I hear that there are a number of stories about me circulating about what a bitch I am and how I probably have cobwebs in my pussy because no one would have me, is this true?" Mary almost dropped her Coke when her boss had spoken so frankly. "I don't know Ms. Cochran, I.