Looking at Paula I could see she had a glazed look on her face and a smile and looking over towards my wife I could see her cheeks were very red and t...hrough her t-shirt I could see her nipples were hard. I patted her leg and said are you okay where she turned to me and said "yes, just very hot". I couldn't get these words out of my head for the rest of the evening. Paula was the one whom seem to have the crush on me not my wife so it was Paula whom I started to get off with and though that was. Then Eddie sucked every one of Amy’s toes and he extremely enjoyed every second of this. Then he kissed and licked every part of Amy’s feet and continued this for quite some time. Amy was a bit freaked out by this and slightly cried as Eddie worshipped her feet. Eddie stood up and moved in front of Amy. “I want you to give me a foot job, Amy” Eddie said as he pulled out his cock, “Do you know what that is?” Amy shook her head no, so Eddie explained. “You need to move your feet and put them on. Miranda enjoyed her efforts and moaned in happiness.We finally quieted down for the night and snuggled together with Miranda in the middle of us this time. We slept comfortably until shortly after dawn.I woke with the feeling that something was wrong. I gave Miranda's breast a squeeze and lightly kissed her lips. She murmured. As she started to wake, I whispered in her ear, "Something's wrong. Be quiet and be careful. Wake Sylvie. Tell her to stay put." I drew on pants and shoes placing my. “Tea?” I asked. It was the universal social lubricant, and was the first question normally posed when a visitor came to my house, as it probably was in every other home in Britain.“Yes, thank you.”“Breakfast tea, Earl Grey, or cherry and cinnamon?”“Er ... whatever you’re having.”“Okay, breakfast tea it is. Milk and sugar?”“Er...”“I’ll make it and you can decide then. Come through.”She kicked off her shoes and trailed after me into the kitchen. One of the reasons I’d fought Phoebe to a.