."I'm a guy...blah, blah, blah," only to find myself allowingher to make my feet pretty as well.The final blow to Mr. Macho came when mom was hosting ...her ladies groupin our home. Phyllis, Rose, and Gail arrived right on time. They wereall decked out in their feminine finery, and one of them, I think it wasGail, commented about how beautiful mom?s nails were, and asked if shehad gotten them done at the salon. Without missing a beat mom told themthat she had someone come to the house to do her. Unfortunately I didn't understand my own reasons for what I was doing or feeling. There has never been a time in my life when emotions ran so high and really ruled me for such a long period of time.Day after day my rational brain was telling me that both Hubby and I were flirting with disaster. But my libido was running on so much adrenaline that it won-out over logic most of the time. After I had genuinely flirted with Jason in his bedroom that first time, I came back to bed with Hubby begging. Foot fuck'. Then it happened. It felt as if my cock was going to explode with the most incredable feeling of pleasure I could have imagined. My cock squirted all over her feet, the floor, making puddles between her toes that leaked onto the floor at the end of the couch.I would forever be addicted to foot fucking. My fetish made me take some great chances. I often crawled on my hands and knees into her room to search in the dark for her foot to see if it was in the right position to fuck. Once. He tries to retract his head, but it is her turn to growl, as she secures her hold on his head. “No you fucking don’t, not this time, you little cunt!” She rams his head back into her pussy, rocking her hips as much as she can in this unstable position, fucking his tongue. She had been unsuccessful in the battle to prevent herself from coming during his last assault on her body. She needed to come to feel that incredible pleasure. So this time she had changed tack. If his game is to try and.