Dad had recently rented it out to a young married couple. The wife was eighteen and fresh out of high school. The husband was twenty-one and fresh out... of a two-year college. He worked at the local packaging plant where Dad was a boss.I had seen Jill just a couple of times but she always seemed to be coming on to me. I told my mother about it and she told me that I was just imagining things. The second time that it happened and I told my mother about it, she told me to go for it. She said that. She went pink and uncrossed her legs.“Don’t stop, sweetheart. I do it all the time. We all do. That’s what’s so nice about being a woman. It’s really good, isn’t it? Sort of tingly where it matters. But don’t be so stiff. Swing your leg back and forth.” Suchitra did as Sofia suggested, obedient and submissive as ever.“There! That’s better. I find it’s better if I swing my leg at the same time as squeezing. Really gets to your clit, doesn’t it? Mmm! Makes me want to wink as well. You really are. 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 know she didn't shower before she went to bed. When it comes to foot fetishes there are so many degrees and levels. Some people simply like to to look, some are into arches, some toes, some soles, and some even the smell. Me, I'm all the above and then some. So with me knowing she didn't shower before bed, i was so. And the costumes are really fine for performance at the Ren Faire. It’s an act we could do once or twice a day for the live audience, but we could do a video of it in the morning. Maybe each morning so we’d have several angles and renditions to choose from and edit together. Think about it, Jacob. Maybe it’s not the right one for this time but think about all the costumes we have available. Sometimes we just need to use what we have and make it our own.”I thought about it. Cuddled with my head.