He gently twisted her foot to remove it from the boot.“Ungghhh,” she moaned under her breath. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted moistly.H...e took the liberty of holding her foot, caressing the instep for a moment. He rubbed her ankle in his hot hands.“Ohhhh,” she sighed involuntarily. It was a clean and simple foot, perhaps even a peasant foot. The arch was slightly flat, the nails neatly trimmed and buffed, but without any form of polish.He pressed his thumb into her arch and watched a. They prove to be surprisingly entertaining. Perhaps I am getting old and developing a jaundiced view of the young? They seem devoted to each other, have traveled extensively and are recently engaged. Throughout Emma smiles and nods, offering little in the way of conversation. For their part they steal quizzical glances at her, seemingly nervous at being in her company.I begin to wonder if she is bored. But when the couple tell us of their wedding plans and, blushing, how they are saving. Until one day as usual I was chatting online and got a call that I had to go down suddenly and run an errand I forgot that day. And I forgot to lock or shutoff my laptop. When I went to run my errands she opened my laptop and had read all my messages with men and saw my movies and photos being fucked or posing as a slut in front of the camera. When I came back she made no action or remark for several days, but she was unusually quite all the time, till one day the volcano bursted in my face. And what's the good of a harem if not for fucking? I snorted at my own jest. But the girls weren't my harem, not really. Even if I did fuck them. Or make love with them, rather. And I sure didn't think I did things like grabbing Saralinda just to impress the girls. Did I?I jumped, feeling an arm wrap around the small of my back. It was Joanne, and she pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back and squeezing me. After a few minutes, when I'd relaxed a bit, she pulled back and looked up into my face,.