. don’t ... know. You sure are amazing. Do I get more?” That last part was prompted by my willy refilling right inside her talented twat. That was... a novel experience for me.“You’d better! I want lots of payback for all the time I put into this. Let me call your son in because I want a video of our next fuck. I might just become a porn star for real. Bet there are a lot of guys who have the same interest you do. What a fun way to make money!”Brent filled a video card with raw footage of me. They chatted almost idly as their wine, salads and bread were delivered to their table. Talking about nothing in particular, and almost everything in general. Peter had tasted the wine as it was poured into his glass, nodding his approval, the waiter poured wine for Susan, then filled Peter’s glass, set the bottle on the table and again left. “I suppose that you’re curious about how we’re to proceed with this relationship, should we decide to proceed.” Peter said. Susan could only nod. “Why. We talked a bit more and she said "i take it you have a foot fetish too as you were staring at my feet". I said "yes i love nylon feet but i take it you knew that as you seemed to be teasing me and it was driving me wild seeing you dangle your feet from your heels then sliding them in and out of them also". "Well if you're lucky you might get to rub my feet before i give you my tights". "That would be great" i said. As the bus came into town we both got off and she turned and said "see you. Near the end of the meal, I remembered Kristen telling me that Will's apartment had two bedrooms. I now realized that if Will and his roommate each had a separate bedroom, Kristen and I might not have a bed to share. It didn't really matter to me, though. Kristen promised me that we'd have reservations at a hotel sometime during our trip, and I trusted her.Robert left the table to use the men's room, and Kristen started talking to Will about him. I saw this same behavior before with my other.