’ I started to sweat all over. I looked at her with my jaw gaping open, but I couldn’t talk. ‘Well, you would like to massage my bare feet, woul...dn’t you? Those nice, even, soft…..kissable toes?’ I thought I’d faint. My head started swimming. And Janice didn’t let up for a second. ‘Who knows?’ she said, ‘maybe you’ll get to kiss those kissable toes, or maybe even every beautiful inch of my feet…since you claim every inch of them is kissable, not just my toes.’ Then she leaned as far forward as. And as I washed my smooth skin, I couldn't help pausing,going over certain parts a bit slower than others. Shampooing my hair proved a bit different from normalas well, though I'd never thought of it until that moment.Instead of the small dab of shampoo that I usually used, Irequired a full handful just to get all my hair. And once I was done with my hair, I found myselfgoing back over my delicate smooth skin again. It felt sosoft... so sensitive. Like everything else about my newbody, I could. Chris is usually a man of little words but in this situation it seemed to be too little. " so where did you live before?" why do you ask?" just curios" i used to live with sky. after a wile i moved in with him. maybe it was too soon" maybe" with that the conversation ended. he got out to walk me to my mothers door. on the stairs in became strange again. " good-" before i could finish he hugged me. i think he was crying. when he stopped i was surprised he'd even care. he kissed me right. I lay back in a chair and enjoyed my first cold drink; it was already in the mid-eighties and was to get near 100 that day. Ned was driving the boat and Calvin joined me with his drink. He opened up a live well and pulled out a bong and a bag of weed. I had the first hit & Cal the second, he passed it back to me to finish off the bowl. Cal went up to take over for Ned who joined me with a fresh bottle for me. Ned fills the bowl and gives me the first hit, takes the second and has me finish the.