It is so good, I wanted to share it with my fellow nylon loversThis took place when I was about eighteen. I was well aware of this thing I had for wom...en's feet at a much earlier age, but because of Great Feet's policy, I can't tell you about any of those experiences. Of course I took every chance to indulge my fetish to the max.My friend's mom was a very sexy lady, about five foot four with long sexy legs and some of the sexiest shoes I have ever seen to date. She also wore real nylon. "I can't believe it! It's been... well, a long time. What are you doing here?"Awkwardly, he hugged her back, then pulled away to remind her who he'd asked for. She looked at him a bit oddly, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, Luke. I thought you of all people would have known. Riley isn't here."Damn. "Do you know where I could find him? You know, to catch up on old times," he explained as if he and the other man were still old buddies."Luke, Riley isn't here because he-" she pushed at her. This new development threatened to shut it down. Dan was here. Dan of the tight body, enticing tattoos and talented cock. Dan who’d fucked me every way it was possible to be fucked, who’d taken my anal virginity and who I’d dumped by text. That Dan. Oh fucking hell.Mal held on to me as Dan sauntered closer. I’m not sure if he was worried I would just wander off. He was obviously crediting me with having more brainpower than I did at that precise point in time. I was naked, on a penthouse. And the silence was deafening. We both stood still, just looking at each other. I took a deep breath, and opened my mouth to tell her just how much of a slut she was and how much I hated her. My tongue and lips had other ideas. ‘Hi,’ was the only sound that came out. ‘Hi,’ said Debbie. ‘My mom told me last night you were back,’ I said. What was wrong with my mouth? Why couldn’t I say the words I had been wanting to say for over three years? ‘I know,’ she answered, ‘your mom called my mom this.