"what are you doing?" she asked"Um nothing. just came to check on shoes." i lied"are you smelling my shoes" she said sounding a little angry"ya i am i...m sorry." i said not able to lie this time"why would you want to smell someones shoe?" she asked"well i see you walking around here in your socks so i was wondering what they smelt like." i replied"ooookay. well my shoes don't smell that much. You wanna smell my feet?"i couldn't believe what i just heard. she asked if i wanted to smell her feet.. When we are discussing personal subjects like friends, I think its appropriate to be on a first name basis. Of course Paul. And could you always call me Michelle? I love the way it sounds when you say it. Certainly Michelle. I hate to cut this short, but I have another lecture in a few minutes&hellip, I didnt mean to take up so much of your time. Its not a problem. You are welcome anytime, I reassured her. I was hoping youd say that. Id like to come back next week, if its all right. I look. No less significant, though, was the strength of the team. Any of Jack’s employees would have followed him off a cliff if he’d only asked. His charisma and sincerity made him an easy guy to look up to as a role model.At home Jack was just as dedicated. He’d met his wife Diane in college and now twenty years later, they had two boys, Jack Jr. and Todd. Jack Jr. was a college freshman, and Todd was a high school senior, living with Jack and Diane in their beautiful home in one of the nicer. I run my hand over them, following the contour of his erection and circling the damp, sticky blob that marks the end of his penis. Then I pull the waistline away from him and down. His cock pops up like a lizard from its nest of wiry hair.This is it. I hesitate. Then grasp him.“Is this ok?” I ask. His communication is reduced to a series of nods and he gives another. But at least he feels like he’s enjoying it. Our eyes meet and I begin to move my hand up and down. He obeys my instruction to.