Next day as usual i was alone in home i usually will be in my short and t-shirt in home i heard knock. It was kavi she was in night dress she looks so... dam sexy i welcomed her in she asked for some curd i went in she followed me inside and we were talking and gave her curd she smiled and said thanks and asked me whether i am free now?I said yes i am free aunt . She asked me help that her husband went to work and she needs to arrange the luggage. I told her no problem aunt my pleasure to help. I couldn't help but notice how big the kitchen was. There was an island in the middle with a sink and a beautiful counter top. "This is some kitchen. You could feed an army from here."Mary smiled. "This house belonged to my mother and father in-law, they gave this house to us as a present when they moved to Florida." I thought that it was all she could do to maintain the house considering her husband's predilection for drinking and screwing around but I kept my mouth shut."Thanks for bringing. Aman was pretty drunk so when he unbuttoned his pants they slide down his thighs to his knees, which gave me a great view of his huge fat cock. I was a bit surprised it was so thick and his nuts looked like each one was the size of my fist.It was comical at first since he was drunk he stumbled around which was made worse because his pants were around his knees. He leaned against a tree using both hands which freed his cock from his grip and gave me a view of the entire massive piece of indian. While making my way to the closet I notice my wife's pink painted toes peeping out from under the covers. I stop and take it in as my cock starts to stiffen back to where it was before I got out the bed. "FUCK". I think to myself. See having a foot fetish is a gift and a curse. If you don't have it, you don't understand. So now I'm torn between taking my ass to work or worshiping my wife's feet for a few minutes. They were freshly painted. She keeps them done because she knows I like it, and I.