One of his very first comments to me was that hisfeet were soaking wet with sweat. He asked if he could borrow a pair of mysocks to change into. Rig...ht away my mind starting swirling with the thoughtof how hot his socks and boots must smell and how badly I wanted them in myface. Needless to say, I went and got him my clean socks right away. Ialso liked the thought of his big hot sweaty feet being in my socks. I satand watched as Kevin changed into my clean socks and enjoyed the site of. Hereturned his eyes to his shoes. They were adorable shoes; they had costhim enough. The monetary cost was outrageous but the emotional cost wasthe real burden, and it was still going up.Bill had bought the shoes from a major department store on-line andused his credit card. It wasn't the first time nor would it be thelast. It was the delivery that screwed him up. The shoes came to thehouse on the wrong day, Helen opened the box from the Italian shoecompany and was impressed with the quality,. After a few minutes she pulled back and started licking the tip, her eyes pointed up at me. Her tongue flicked back and forth quickly under my tip as I felt myself firm more, and begin to really throb. She kept going for a while, until I was truly stiff, then opened her lips and sucked me deep, nice and hard. I groaned, with my fingers in her hair as her slippery lips pulled back up. They slipped off the tip with a wet sound. ‘Don’t cum too fast,’ she teased. ‘I’m gonna take my time here, and. ..great music and nothing but women. She thought, 'A lesbian bar? No way!' She had always wanted to go to a lesbian bar, so she was rather excited. She sat down at the counter and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. Within a few minutes a couple of beautiful young women sat down beside her. "Hey, honey. How's your night going?" Lita turned and looked at the tall, slim and beautiful blonde next to her. "Pretty good, thanks for asking. I'm Lita," she said, sticking out her hand. The blonde.