I took her socks off and nibbled on her toes licking in between them. She giggled and laughed, pushing her sole into my face. I inhaled deeply enjoyin...g the scent of her. They werent smelly but had a smell that almost made me cum right then and there. I licked her wrinkly soles and moved to her toes. I sucked and licked them and she giggled again laughing as I tickled her cute feet gently with my tongue. She said, Your so funny Jake! Stop licking my feet and get on with it! I laughed and pulled. "Answer me you fuckin' piece of shit whore" she said as she now slapped at my tits. "I loved you sucking on my fuckin' husbands fuckin' cock and kissing him and letting him fuck your fuckin' cunt and ass" I managed to get out between the slaps. By now Walt had come over and untied my arms from the rail and Kayla reached down, grabbed my hair and pulling me up, tilted me a bit to one side and for the next several minutes sent hard slap after slap to my face that would have sent me to the floor. Now, what if you changed this primary sex act to something else?This might have a great number of knock-on effects besides just changing men and/or women's preferences. It might affect how the culture views sexuality, it might change the nature of advertising, it might change the standards of beauty, or who reaches the heights of celebrity. Add in biological and cultural quirks and this Alternate Sex Culture could get even stranger.So let's make one, shall we?Every Alternate Sex Culture has to. She wore the same t-shirts she'd always worn - the ones she felt comfortable wearing in the house - but seldom with a bra. And while I normally consider myself pretty good at minding my own business, my sister did not have the kind of body it was easy to ignore.Perhaps she had always been this way and the heat had brought it more to the fore. Perhaps it was the handful of pounds she'd gained at college that brought out her full figure. And perhaps I'd never really seen her wearing a bellyshirt.