The hours spent in the sun had given her a nice tan and faded her eyebrows till they were a lot lighter than the hair on her head. She had worked her ...way partly out of her sleeping bag during the night and I could make out her delicate little breasts through the thin material of her nightie, one shoulder was nearly bare and the sight of the smooth flawless skin of it together with her beautiful, vulnerable throat was absolutely divine. Julie made a very lovely and enticing picture lying. We held and felt each other as it got dark. We were our sex toys as we played with our bodies. He got me in my bed somehow. Trav&hellip, I got me a real woman. She is way hotter than the young girls I had fucked before. I love her and she loves me. Ive been dreaming about having sex with her for a long time now, and now its going to happen. I got her in her bed and we saw the wildness in our eyes. She pulled at me to get me on top of her, her legs were twitching and wide open. She held me. All work and no play make Tim something something something...***"I never could get the hang of these damn things," Betty said, promptingan odd look from Bobbie."Me neither," Myka said, laughing as she rose to get forks.The containers of Chicken and Bamboo shoots and Kung Pao shrimp sat nextto the Lo Mein and the fried rice. The Mongolian Beef and the Moo GooGai Pan sat off to the side, next to the stack of paper plates. Somemagazines sat next to Betty's laptop, displaying the top prom looks. Whether they are mainstream or rare, subtle or gross, or gentle lovey-dovey to rough and nasty, they're part of us. This is the tale of when I embraced my foot fetish. I had developed it casually over time but didn't share it with anyone for fear of being labeled a freak. Today my freak flag flies like a motherfucker, bitch.(Sorry, stoned)Not entirely sure where it started, but I know exactly where it became part of my repertoire. It isn't all-consuming, but pretty feet are something I look for.