You love them don't you?" Yes!" I cried. "Louder." Yes!" Louder." "Yes!" Louder!" I Love your fucking feet!" At this point the temptress scooted next ...o me with the arches of both feet trapping my dick firmly against my thigh as she began to alternate between caressing my balls and pulling on them firmly with her left hand. With her right hand, she grabbed one of her mules, held the insole against my nose and began to whisper tenderly in my ear. Needless to say, I was a quivering wreck by this. In just a few more strokes, she felt her own climax about to explode, and looked intensely into his eyes. Peter was above, staring back. He saw Susan’s brow furrow, and heard her raspy breath, and in that moment felt the familiar tugging in his loins, he heard her scream in her own climax. Susan was vocal in her orgasm, “I’m cumming,” she cried. “Oh, my God, I’m cumming.” Susan, even in her excited and glorious state of climax, felt Peter taking two or three more long and hard thrusts, then his. "' I said.We drove all night and wound up three states away from home and in a small cash motel. When I reached the license plate box on the registration form, I did one of those dyslexic things. The middle eastern young woman hardly spoke English at all, I was pretty sure she neither knew, nor cared.I explained to Jen and Eve what I needed for them to do, while I slept away the daylight hours. While I slept, Jen drove the Caddy to the largest industrial plant in the area. She parked the caddy. It was flirting with an edge. But with Rory, two months past her fifteenth birthday, it was an entirely different experience; more intense, thrilling.For a week, we did no more than flirt, hug, and occasionally kiss. Yet our conversations were laced with almost lewd suggestions, never blatant, just words delivered with a look, with eyes, and with sneaky smiles. Rory flourished. She was such an enchanting mix of youth and emerging maturity. She glowed and danced on her feet, and actively dressed.