I asked her to remove all her cloths. It was breathtaking view. Her flat tummy and naval, spotless shining pussy, amazing hips and legs smiling at me.... Her pussy looked like two pieces of orange clustered together, enclosing her clitoris and G spot. She wanted to hold me. I prevented and asked her to wait. I wanted to satisfy my eyes first. Every inch of her body was stunning. She was God made, a big pink doll for me. I would or would not fuck her later but first I wanted to swallow her beauty. The herbs she added offset their slightly bitter taste, and softened the influence of the salt pork.I left some of the greens for her and fed the meat scraps to the dogs, retiring to the living room to read a book by the light of a kerosene lamp, while she contrived to make the chitterlings I had bought for the occasion edible.A bit later I heard soft padding as she diffidently stepped into the light of my lamp. "What is it, Netty?" I want to wash up the supper dishes, Massa, but they ain't no. Mujhe bahot hi jyada khujali ho rho thi aur main paglo ki tarah sumit ke hontho ko chusi ja rhi thi.Uske baad ab ajay ne mere kapde utarne shuru kar diye. Hum dono nange hi room me chale gye.Udhar sumit ne bhi kapde utar diye aur for uske bad aise hi hum teeno lag gye.Ab uske bad main uske lund ko chus rhi thi aur sumit meri choot ko chus rha tha. Fir uske bad aise hi ajay ka lund meri choot me chala gya. Lund ke jate hi main jor se chilla padi aur fir uske baad main maje se chudne lag. The women all said how much they liked my sandals. Even the men checked them out, because MOST men can appreciate a beautiful pair of shoes. I look meaningfully at my husband, hoping he’ll notice the inflection there. He notices, and has his argument ready. “They were checking out your LEGS, not your shoes. I’m telling you, real men don’t care anything about shoes, except how easily they can be kicked off when you’re climbing into bed. Or how fast you can run in them when we’re chasing you.”.