This is carrying on from the last chapter, Pt 18. --- Anne came over to us, standing by the changing rooms in her store. "What would you like to do next?" she asked us. I just shrugged. "You could thank Adam for his help with your shoes," Anne said. "He still talks about you. But you're not wearing them," she said, looking at her sneakers. "I do, just...
"Hurry up or we're going to be late pinky!" my voluptuous, BBW wife yelled from the front door. I struggled under the weight of her huge gym bag making my way towards her. Pattie looked especially gorgeous today dressed in a black leotard sans bra, black pantyhose that I knew were crotch less and a cute black skirt all topped off by a pair of black high he...
Kelly strode over to the expensive digital camera mounted on the tripod at the far end of the kitchen. Scrunching her left eye, she peered into the viewfinder with her right eye for one final check. Happy with the view, she carefully clicked the video record button. The first few seconds began elapsing on the LCD screen. Marching excitedly to the second trip...
Moving and having to transfer during your senior year of high school is quite difficult to do. I had to leave all of my friends behind and start in a new school which would be difficult for anyone but when you are pretty much just an average guy ( not an athlete or anything like that ) you pretty much just blend into the surroundings. I did have one advantag...
Susan Jackson, Anne's friend was a bored eighteen-year-old horny senior. She was tired of the pawing hands of her male classmates who all wanted her to suck their cocks and fuck but had no idea about how to please a girl. They thought a lick at her crotch was all a girl wanted before being fucked for three minutes. What Susan wanted was an adventure: a lovi...
Again, I would like to thank todger65 for editing my story. It is amazing how helpful a good editor can be. * Bob and Mary had moved into their current neighborhood about a year ago. They were both young professionals and were doing fine financially. Both were thirty and were not ready for children yet, maybe never. Their four-year marriage was loving, and...
Chapter 1 The First Meeting I have had to admit for many years now, at least to myself, that I have a mild form of foot fetishism. I say it's only mild because although a woman's feet are often the first thing I notice and I am certainly very strongly attracted and aroused by them and what they can do for me, I am also turned-on by the other, more normal f...
I had just finished up my five-mile morning run, when David pulled up, a local young man who does carpentry work in my little town. Being a divorced older woman, I needed such help from time to time and he'd come recommended by others. I watched the young man get out of his truck, a handsome stud to be sure, in his early 20s with shaggy blonde hair and a le...
I just cannot imagine my life without my wife Sandy. We have been married now for fifteen years and she is my pride and joy as well as my lover, friend and source of sexual excitement. You see about three years ago it all got started kind of by accident. Sandy is a five foot ten inch brunette. She has a very nice perky full set of thirty-six C tits that ju...
I work at a Nordstrom's department store to help pay the bills while I'm in college. I had no retail experience when I applied there, so when I was hired, I was assigned to the least appealing department, shoes. While being in the presence of people's feet all day can be a bit difficult to tolerate, there are some definite advantages. I'm not a foot freak, b...