Aunt Viv told me how happy she was for having gone to the ballgame. "Your boyfriend is really something else," she beamed at me. Ihugged her and thank...ed her for her time. We mutually agreed that Thursdayevening would be best for my next appointment. She told me to call her orjust drop by anytime I needed to talk. I pedaled home feeling betterabout everything. Wednesday afternoon I found myself wandering down Main Street. I made a$300 deposit in my checking account. If there had been a story. I decided it would probably not be in my stomach’s best interest to point this out to her however. I got up on my feet and poked at my pants. ‘Or maybe not.’ I pretended to be ignorant of the shocked look on her face. ‘I wouldn’t want to have to wear these things for real.’ She smiled nervously and turned back to the soup. I talked some bullshit until she started to giggle and we were back on safer ground. We ate at her kitchen table on dishes that matched. The soup was wonderful and I had to. Undressing she looked at herself in her full-lenght mirror for a few minutes. Objectively checking herself out, she realized that she was actually pretty cute, but looked a couple years younger than she was. She was really proud of her full, conical boobs, complete with fat nipples. She had to lean over pretty far to make them crease with her stomach.Looking through her wardrobe, she tried to think outside the box. After pulling half of it out, rumaging through it, she made a find. She had an. She was right, I had done this before. But Wendy's feet were by far two of the prettiest, sexiest and tastiest. I had quickly sprung a full blown hardon that continued to throb and grow while I turned footplay into foreplay. I tended to her feet like they were all that mattered. I massaged and rubbed her feet with strong, loving strokes in all the right places. One toe at a time, taking the time to squeeze, stroke and pull each toe. Using my fingers I fucked her between each toe, teasing and.