He pulled it playfully and let it snap back in place. ‘Just like that?’ he teased. Jane’s look of lust intensified as she bit her lower lip. She... didn’t need to answer. Her look said it all. His fingers continued up her thigh and Jane’s eyes closed in pure ecstasy. His touch was so light, yet just firm enough. As his fingers moved closer and closer to Jane’s crotch her legs parted slightly on the stool and she gave his thigh a firm squeeze. Suddenly his hand stopped moving and a slow smile. Marcia is up on her elbows looking at John. I get a surprise that I’m not expecting. John grabs her feet and removes her sandals. He begins to lick the sole of her right foot and she squeals. I look over and she’s got a big smile on her face so he continues. He’s really turned into a foot fetisher lately. When he sucks her big toe into his mouth, she squeals again and drops her head back on the bed. John sucks all her toes and then moves to her left foot. She starts to moan again. I’m moaning. At first, what it was came as a fuzzy sheath grown out one inch below my belly button. It held there for me a slender but long, about sixteen inches of a long penis, very much like that on a buck goat. As of that what was done upon me at birth too was gone, the circumcised mark of our family religion. My changed penis had become hot pink, as oily slick, a highly sensual rod the touch of it by me, or even my underwear stimulate; bring on a stout erection tenting the toughest of pants.The thought. A somewhat ambitious money manipulator from Sol made a moderate sized investment setting up a small ship repair and construction yard. She had expected a war based boom in construction in this sector. She was a decade or so premature but after a decade of just not breaking even, she cut her losses. She had planned her retreat well; disposing quietly of all the near new machinery but in cover replacing it with much older machines thus not alerting her financiers. She had however totally stripped.