Afterwards, she allows me to do anything I want, and her feet are always part of my play.While most foot fetish fantasies are about getting their cock... stroked with feet, mine is more into the smell and taste of her feet. Obviously, I never want them washed, and I prefer to have them after being in her work shoes all day. They are always soft on the soles, and have that musky aroma every time….EVERY time! When I get to have my way with her, I take my time and enjoy the seconds like they were. He stepped out of his jeans, and walked over to me. He put his hand on myridged cock and pulled it away from my pubes. With his other hand hepulled on my short hairs and looked at me. "This needs to be smooth LittleDude". Then he turned to Sean. "Okay, your turn." Sean got up slowly andundid his pants. I could see his cock was already hard, but he pulled hispants down anyway. His Boxer briefs were black, and bulged in the front.Only a slight trail of hair flowed from his tight abs into. “I didn’t touch him! I wasn’t going to touch him!” Faith fired back.“Then why the fuck was his cock hard like that and why was he stroking it?” Larry asked angrily.“Ok, so I was experimenting,” Faith started to explain, but Larry interrupted her.“Yeah, I saw what kind of experiment you were doing,” Larry said, shaking his head.“Let me finish!” Faith demanded, “I was experimenting with some ideas for a future Brews & Brushes party that one of the Girls Night Out groups has scheduled for next. The images flashed by, quicker and quicker, to the point of subliminality. The laughter sped too, and became a howl. A white screen, and silence. A grassed field greened the screen, with the distant blurred silhouettes of trees. In the foreground, a single flower grooved to the slow beat of the breeze, on which the camera zoomed. It morphed, through some rather backyard visual effects, into a simple logo. After panning out, it was clear the logo adorned a large canister of nerve-gas. Clear, in.