It. Seconds later he gasped as his own release occurred. Her body fell on him. They lay in a heap. It was nearly an hour later when she slid off of him. "Time for our latrine break, Alan. You needed one, remember?" "Our latrine break?" he asked, a bit sleepily. "Yes. Ours. You get the relief and I steer. For now." She led him into the bathroom. He stood before the toilet. Before he could grasp cartoon suck .His member with his hand, she had it in her grip and brushed his hand aside. "I'm steering, remember? cartoon .It was my treat" Resigned, he tried to release his bladder. After a few moments, he succeeded, and his stream poured out. She held him, guiding the stream, as his bladder emptied. She looked up at him. "You know, Alan, I can remember only one other time you let me do this" "I'm not letting you do it now. You just took over" "Tsk, tsk. Imagine a general being bossed around by his poor little wife. Would you rather I didn't?" "Louise, I don't cartoon suck .
Know what inspired you tonight You've never acted like this before" His stream came to an end. She exchanged positions with him, and placed herself on the toilet. "Do you want to hold this time?" she asked. "Hold what? I didn't think your equipment needed steering" She replied by taking his hand and placing it on her nipple. He pulled it as she urinated. They fell into bed. It was after one o'clock. He fell asleep. Suddenly he was awakened. Though hours later, it was still dark. His wife was wide awake, stroking his penis, bringing it to a hard erection. "Your treat this time" was all she.
Said.
Renewed, he mounted her. After their earlier experience, they were a bit slower this time, but in time release came for both of them. Again they fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 4
Morning came. Jim turned to his sleeping wife, not sure whether to arouse her for another encounter. He stitch .
Noted the time - after ten. He rose, and ordered breakfast. While awaiting its arrival, he nudged his sleeping wife. "Time for getting up" he told her. "Need to pee before breakfast?" She rubbed her eyes. "With you watching? My breakfast would get cold while you worked off your excitement. Call me when it arrives" She turned over and closed her eyes again. Breakfast did arrive. She slipped from the bed and sleepily moved to the little table cartoon suck On which their trays had been placed. Before sitting down, she faced him, extended her arms high over her head and engaged in a luxurious stretch. His eyes took it all in. She bent over and gently kissed him. Then, standing before him, observed, "Still don't want me to wear any clothes? Haven't you seen everything by now?" "Do want me to get tired of it? I don't remember you telling me to put my clothes on, either" "I kind of like looking, too. I'll admit it," then she added, "But right now I've got a full bladder I suck Need to empty. You can watch, if you'll promise to let me eat my breakfast right after" This is the story of my first foot fetish experience, I hold nothing back and will try and embellish nothing. First a very little background, I am 21 years old, and a lover of female feet. I have been seeing the girl in the story, Christine, for about 2 years on and off. We shared everything. First as friends, then transcending that line and into our sexual desires. Before this we had not made love, our kisses and caresses were the slow, careful ones of a couple physically new to each other. She had known about my love of her feet for.
suck Some time, but I sometimes felt like she didn't understand my infatuation with them. Up until this point, she had allowed me to massage her feet at every opportunity, enjoying my natural skill this, but I had not seen anyway to expand her horizons on the subject without looking strange to her. Toe sucking and footjobs I felt, while still a part of my fetish, seemed a little extreme to slip in
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Would hamper my efforts to get close to Christine. En route to her home, I learned that we would be going to dinner, WITH the friend, but that we would be dropping said friend off after, giving me plenty of