He swivelled round and pulled Daisy’s right foot towards him. Marcus wrapped both sets of fingers round the roof her foot and used his thumbs to gen...tly stroke the arch of her foot. He applied enough pressure not to make it too tickly. Marcus at first concentrated on what he was doing before raising his gaze after a couple of minutes to look at Daisy. “That nice?” he asked. “Yeh” came the reply with Daisy smiling broadly. Marcus raised Daisy’s foot and brought his right hand underneath her calf. Bending forward supporting myself on the rocks, I presented my broad arse to him.“how’s the juices now?” he asked as he ran a couple of fingers into my open fanny lips.“Getting there, I think, but maybe you can help” Before I could say anymore, he was on his knees behind me and pushed his face into my open pussy. I could feel his tongue open me up and tease my clit as his nose pushed hard into my tight little anus. Now there’s another possibility I wickedly thought to myself. Ted was spitting. At this point in her life she was taller than me, probably standing 5’5” or better, and she was definitely proportional. She and I got along ok, and after a year or so of them moving in with us she and I were on good, even friendly terms. One evening after the parents and my brother had gone to sleep we sat in the living room and watched TV. Our living room had a door at each end, with the front door in the other wall. I was wearing normal bedtime clothes, shorts with tightie-whities underneath. Mr Bradshaw didn’t look the type to be swayed by a pretty face and a short skirt, except I was wearing the pants that day so even that option was out! He was a dour sod to be honest, about fifty or so with some boring wife tucked away in the country, greying hair and an old fashioned worn out suit and tie and badly ironed shirt; I was finished. I couldn’t bring myself to tell Leon so I sat on tenterhooks until home time when I was summoned to the old man’s office, Leon thought I was going for.