I could not believe that a lie like that has worked. And the day came.I went in her house and she received me with a smile on her face. We have a chat... about one hour and she told me about her life and stuff like that, asked me how I became podiatrist, until the time that I asked for her feet to take a look. Her innocent feet in my lap. Dried soles, rough. I immagined her giving me footjob, but just dreams. I told her that I needed that she lie on her stomach in sofa and let her soles for me. The first two ropes landed directly in my open mouth.I suddenly felt a cock head resting on my forehead and then cum dripping off my eyebrows, as it oozed out.This load of cum wasn't remotely forceful, but it seemed to keep coming endlessly from the cock on my forehead just as another load zinged against my cheek and chin.God, it felt so good to have load after load coating me!Suddenly I was lifted up and put onto all fours. As yet another cock slipped into my mouth, I felt my jean shorts. Lets start.yaad hai kuch saal pehla ki indian pakistan dosti series? kanpoor ka dhuwaan daar match? shahid afridi ka chakka? tandulkar or sehwag ki dhuwan dar patnership? asish nehra or wasim akram ka apna fielders par ghusa, yaad aeya na sab kuch. ab main batate haoin apni story. mai 1st class gallary main match dakh rahi thee mara sath aik pakistani familt a kar bath gae, vo india specially ya cricket series dakhna aee thee. mujha girl samaj kar un ka sath aik khhobsurat 23 saal ki larki. .yes I did, thank you."After a pause, "would you like some breakfast, Greg?" "Yes, that would be fine, Mrs. C," Greg replied, still looking intently at her.As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Greg gathered his thoughts and tried to muster the courage to proceed with his plan, praying a silent prayer that it would work. When a few minutes had passed, he reached out and intentionally knocked over his glass of milk spilling it onto the floor by his feet.Hearing the accident, Mrs. Clark.