I suspected—I hoped—that she would be in that stack I left for last. I could have checked at any time, but if my memory was faulty or for some rea...son that issue wasn’t there, I would have lost the pleasant anticipation of the past few months. If I had confirmed she was there, I could not have resisted becoming reacquainted immediately.My heart raced as the moment arrived. I had replayed that day in my head, trying to taste again that first taste, trying to reenter that naïve mindset, trying to. I would "accidentally" barge in on her when she was getting dressed or under the shower, comparing the way her body was now to the many photographs stored on my PC's hard drive. In my eyes, she looked better now than she ever had; her breasts were larger, though slowly losing their battle with gravity. She had kept herself trim; the only signs of encroaching age were the laugh lines and deep tan of her skin, legacy of a lifetime spent in a warm climate. She was, to me, perfection. These days, after my previous incident I was more in touch with my feminine side, I was behaving much more girlish in public and had quite a few hot, steamy and wild sexual encounters with a lot of hot men. I loved being a sissy girl and I loved being Akhila.So let’s get started with this latest incident. It was late one evening and I was alone at home as my parents left me for the weekend to attend a family function. I was all alone. Near my house, there is a construction site for an apartment. I’d always had a little foot and nylon fetish but had never really been able to act it out. Looking at her cute feet in the sexy white cloth I felt like in heaven. She got me so aroused just by this little movement around my cock with her feet, it was driving me crazy. I took one of her feet up to my face and started licking her toes and her sole and it felt so erotic, I could have shot another load right then. But I contained myself, put her foot back and let her continue fucking my cock with.