. my money is in my saddlebag. Do ... do not shoot me, and I will dismount to get it." I hoped that the bandit would take me for a congenital idiot an...d let me move my hands without shooting me.I was in luck, and he waved me to the ground. Fortunately, he was on my right side, and one always dismounted on the horse's left if at all possible. Some horses actually got real fractious if the rider tried to dismount on the wrong side. My shotgun was slung over my left shoulder and draped across my. They love the nudist lifestyle, and had been to the resort many times. They were curious about me. I told them about my restaurants and how I got into the business. One topic lead to another, and we talked about the freedom of being naked. "You'll enjoy it once you get used to it," they promised. It had been a long day so I turned in early. At sunrise some of the early birds were already on the beach. Most were wrapped in beach towels to keep warm, but when the sun's warm rays heated the white. I have always had fantasies about worshipping a lovely pair of feet and receiving a footjob from them. The main fantasy I wish to live out begins with my woman (or any woman for that fact) coming home after being on her feet for an extensive period of time. Her feet ache and may be sweaty from the shoes she was wearing. She sits down, kicks off her shoes, then lays her feet across my lap and asks me to rub her feet while she begins to tell me about her day. While I am giving her a lengthy foot. I had graduated from high school; Diane was starting her senior year. I had a car and a part time job by then so dating was possible for me. At this point I had sex a grand total of five times in my life, with three different women, but I never really had a “girlfriend”. Diane was my first. And as it turned out, I was her first as well. We went to the movies and after I asked her if she would like to go parking and talk for a while. She said yes and directed me to her high school parking lot..