"You really do like my pretty feet, don't you Jerry? Most guys I know can't take their eyes of my tits," she giggled as she twitched her shoulders cau...sing her breasts to jiggle deliciously under her top. "But, you're not like most guys, are you, Jerry? I've never met a guy with a foot fetish," she said softly as she wiggled her toes for me. I dragged my eyes back to her face, conscious of the obvious state of my arousal which had caught her attention. Although we were still standing in the. My husband's hands were now on the back of my head, preventing me pulling away. I tried to breath through my clenched teeth but the pressure of Sid's knob against them was painful and I was forced to open them and Sid pushed his cock into my mouth. I considered biting it but realised that I was in the power of two men. One, Sid, who just wanted to fuck me at any cost and the other, my husband, who wanted to see him do it. I was helpless. With my head held firmly in position by my husband, Sid. Some people just don't understand how a dog can get under your skin and become a part of your life, as much, maybe more than a husband or wife. It was Thursday, so I didn't have to work. I buried Bess in the garden, the tears streaming down my face, and spent the rest of the day mourning the passing of my friend.Friday was looking like more of the same, but I made myself get up and on impulse left the house after breakfast and went on the same walk I would have taken when Bess was young. The. Just seconds ago I was on my bed, aroused by the scent of a sodden panty from the neighbor woman.My head was filled with visions of Helen lying naked as I looked through the window. There was the scent of fresh baked bread and a woman clad in a thin nylon gown that gave me glimpses of her naked breasts. There were her lips on my cock, and then the sex we had shared. “This has to be a dream,” I said aloud.Mom moved away from the island and I watched her pull the oven mitts off her hands. Her.