He's really not a bad guy or a pervert or anything. He's just... well, I'm not trying to defend him... he obviously was very wrong in doing this to yo...u... tricking you like this... way over the top. I'm so sorry."Doris pulled away. Ever sinew in her body wanted to relax right back into Hammer's embrace."Ah, could we like turn on some lights in here... it's very dark," stammered Hammer."Oh," replied Doris, "sorry. Blind folks don't use lights. I think they still work. Maybe."She heard a click. She felt another feather on the top of her foot drawn across inthe same wayand brought her toes back up. This tightened the skin of her instep where thefirst featherwas again drawn across, leading her to flex her toes again. ?Please sto-o-o-p,? she laughed, squirmingand flopping her foot about as best shecould, ?I can?t stand to be tickled there.? After some ten or fifteen minutes of tickling her left foot in thisway, with Mikasquirming, laughing and pleading, he put the feather that he had. He... she... ? could see, her blonde hair cut short so that golden curls hugged her cheeks, framing her clear, clean, creamy complexion, slightly turned-up nose, and lips that insisted on remaining over-full and childish despite her experimentation with lipsticks... a firm, rounded chin and a rather long, slim neck that was now circled by the polo-neck of her white, cotton-and-wool, long-sleeved rib-wristed, tight- fitting gym sweater. Hugging her every contour, stretched like a second skin. Excited as we then got to the bedroom, standing next to it we began again the intensity and rushed pleasure of two needing to be together. Rikki went to remove my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt, my helping her, as she went to work on my pants... Her excitement to expose me to her was felt by me our moment of finally experiencing each other. She happy that I was finally out of my clothes nude for her pleasure, as she groped to feel my cock in her hand, I was raging hard of course, as she.