Lately she has been letting me suck her toes and lick her feet. It started as usual, I laid in my usual "spot" she laid down and placed her feet on my... torso. She left her socks on, so I started to massage them through her socks. After a few minutes, I slipped her left sick off first. She put her foot in my face and I inhaled her magnificent scent. I ran my tongue from her heel all the way up to her pretty little toes. I sucked on her big toe for a few seconds. I then turned my attention to the. I asked Jane if she realized what an anklet signifies in some cultures. She replied by kissing me hard and telling me that she hoped I'd spot it and that wearing it on her right ankle meant she was available even though she had a partner.She continued by telling me that David had given up on sex years ago and that this was hard for her as she had a large appetite for cock. She told me that his frequent fishing expeditions had given her the opportunity to get the cock she needed and that liked. The huge powerful tongue then licked directly against her barely covered pussy, shocking and freezing her in place at what just occurred, the third swipe of tongue and it was able to exploit the gap between fabric and the inner taught leg muscle to reach under the fabric of the loosely tied bottom, feeling the hot searing tongue lash against the edge of her labia shocking her to life again what this huge animal was doing! Now he kept his muzzle pressed tight against where his tongue was able to. Later on I repeatedly went to the bathroom on one pretext or the other to only look down her cleavage.She had washed plenty of clothes but unfortunately it rained heavily and none of them dried, not even hers. She had only one dress on and a closer look at the clothes line showed that she had no undergarments save a panty. That evening I thought of a plan. Papa had earlier in the day left on an inspection trip and would return only next day.While having our evening meal I intentionally dropped.