The ladies settled with a bottle of wine.“I love your stilettos, Van. Your feet look great in them.”“Thanks, this is the first time I’ve worn ...them. A did a little retail therapy last weekend.”“We are both a size 6. Can I try them on, babe?”Vanessa looked sheepish.“What’s wrong?”“To be honest, I was showing a guy round the old house before coming over and I ended up giving him a foot-job.”“Okay.”“Also, I didn’t clean my feet.”“You mean his cum is still all over your toes?”“Yes.”“Did you sleep. " Well I don't know," she said, he didn't say anything, just left it to her."Ok, but we'll have to be quick," she decided and undid her dress zip so he could see her substantial bra strap. His hands moved up and down her exposed back and he faded the pain completely."Oh that's heaven," she sighed, "you sure have magic hands Danny." Oh it's nothing really," he tried to look embarrassed."Danny," she said, it was Saturday morning and he had answered his home phone."Yes, who's that?" he said,. She's way too perfect for you, and I think she'd get bored.”Another cue, and Melinda raises herself off of David's length, with just enough suction for his cock to pop out of her mouth.The sudden end to the pleasure and warmth of his friend's mouth, and Carrie's constant teasing, gives him an angry burst of confidence, and he leans toward Carrie.“Bullshit! She'd beg me to fuck her however and wherever I wanted!”Carrie and Melinda both grin at his reaction, and Carrie gets close enough to him to. " Sure," John continues to beam at me."Just so you know; I'm into the scene," John says, seriously now."The scene?" I haven't a clue what he is talking about."The scene hun," he winks at me."Hun?"The guy's a fucking weirdo; I drop three twenties on the counter andleave with my notepad.I take my laptop home and open it up and reset the password. I check the'my documents' folder and find nothing there, nor in any of the otherfolders. Internet Explorer has no favourites and the browsing.