.. it was funny and cool ... you know like ... to see each others ... She has ginormous, sort of flaps, you know, down there ... Yuck! On her min...�...�Cunt, I nearly interrupted. But did erupt. “You compared??” Shit! Girls these days, receiving a big definite nod and grin. I put the flaps issue to one side. “So then what? I suppose you shaved all yours off to be cool?” I jested. FUCK!!!!!My daughter said “Yes,” chortled throatily and stretched out her limbs, lifted her butt and dragged down her. See having a foot fetish is a gift and a curse. If you don't have it, you don't understand. So now I'm torn between taking my ass to work or worshiping my wife's feet for a few minutes. They were freshly painted. She keeps them done because she knows I like it, and I know she didn't shower before she went to bed. When it comes to foot fetishes there are so many degrees and levels. Some people simply like to to look, some are into arches, some toes, some soles, and some even the smell. Me, I'm. . rubbing ithard and fast. The sensation was powerful and wonderful. As a man my sexnever felt this sensitive and it never gave me this much pleasure... Itwas the most intense feeling I've ever experienced.It didn't occur to me that I was no longer looking at myself... I waslaying down... rubbing my new pussy hard and fast. My free hand cuppingmy left breast. I was moaning loudly."Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh My God! Yes! Yes!" I screamed. I must have cumthree or four times with three fingers buried. The girl jumped away from John and fell on the floor; luckily we were concealed from her father thanks to the rows and rows of digital equipment. I barely had time to notice that her shorts were wet when she pulled them down and stuck her index and middle finger inside her shaved, teenage, pink clit. She moaned, wave after wave of spasms coming over her. She then got up on her knees and looked straight at John’s eyes. Johny noticed something different were in the girl’s eyes from when he first.