She was small but definitely in proportion. I could feel pre-come dribbling down my inside leg. As with most women with small breasts, her bra seemed... to be slightly too large. They hardly seemed to fill it. What hypnotised me was the size of the nipples pushing against the lace. Without being asked she unzipped the skirt, letting it drop and stepping out of it. She was wearing a tiny pair of lace knickers outside the garter belt, her cheeks bulging slightly over the tight elastic. She stood. We met for coffee at a Denney’s not far from the university. He greeted me politely but showed no signs of enthusiasm. After we’d ordered he turned his attention to me.“I was a little surprised to hear from you after so much time. I figured you and your wife had worked through your problems.”I’m afraid I frowned. “We never had any problems. We were just trying out something different, and you were it. But that’s not why we’re here. Sylvia isn’t involved in this.”The coffee arrived and we didn’t. . or even noticed, really. She was right ... I had to love her to do what I'd done. And proving my love to her this way had given her a reason to love me. I'd remember this moment for the rest of my life. Our kiss and our embrace lasted for what seemed like hours, even though it was just a few minutes. Our two bodies rolled and I felt the weight of her tiny form pressing down on top of me. The emotional power of our kiss and the feel of her bare thighs against my dick caused it to stiffen and. You walk over to me and push your boot into my chest, clearly letting me know who is on charge. I grab you leg to support you and rub my hands up and down your leg feeling the slippy material clinging to your svelte legs. I remove the boot and begin to lick every inch of your feet, sucking your toes and licking the full length of your insole before replacing the boot and swapping legs to do exactly the same with the other. My cock is aching to be released and desperate to feel your touch, it.