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Standing before me was Brenda dressed Matue a blue top with white shorts and flip-flops on her gorgeous feet. I'm very much single. We'll have to talk about that later My eyes were immediately drawn to the shelf in the corner that she was stogies for storiex storage. I walked over Matude her computer and inspected it briefly. On her desk was a copy of The Awakening by Kate Chopin. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell cookies have to do with my computer. I'm good for now. Just let me know if you happen to get thirsty I have some clothes I have to put in the wash.
Do you mind if I step out for a bit? I'll just be down the hall. Give me a holler if you need anything. After assessing what was wrong with her computer, I glanced down at her tower and noticed that her wireless USB modem wasn't lighting up. I checked to see if it was still being recognized under hardware, but it wasn't.
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I then pulled the modem Mature feet stories and restarted her computer. As I waited for it to start up again, I glanced around her office. When her computer was finished launching, I plugged the modem back into one of the USB slots and it immediately began to light up. I checked the wireless signal and when everything looked fine, I opened up Firefox to make sure that her Internet was working, which it was. I glanced over at the door and listened for the sound of her flip-flops. When I didn't hear anything, I made my way over to her shoe storage shelf in a rush of excitement.
My eyes feasted on the sight of her boots, high heels, and flats. I was nervous with anticipation as I reached for one of her high heels and held it up to my face. I took a deep whiff, but I was let down by the fact that they were still brand new and only smelled like leather. I set the shoe down and picked up one of her flats. As I gave them a closer look, I could see Brenda's dirty toe prints left inside them and my cock started to rise a little. Without thinking, I held her flat up to my face, stuck my nose inside them, and took a deep whiff. They were much smellier than I anticipated, but I loved it.
I continued to sniff while imagining all the hours Brenda's feet spent inside them and I knew I had to have a taste. I stuck out my tongue and licked the inside of her flat. The taste of dirt and sweat mixed with my saliva as I continued gliding my tongue along the inside of it. I was afraid that at any moment, Brenda would walk inside the office and catch me licking her flat, so I set it back down and walked back over to her computer, and took a seat at her desk.
At that moment, I heard the sound of her flip-flops coming down the hall. When she stepped inside the office, she said, "Sorry I took so long. It was your wireless USB modem. It was pretty much through of this experience, along with experiences with my older sister and mother, that I earned my taste in women and feet. As was customary, on weekends, my mother would invite her Mature feet stories over to our house. However, on this occasion my mother's friend did not bring her son with her. So upon arriving, she greeted us and proceeded to the edge of the bed situated near the living room they always played in the guest room, which was like a studio apartment. Within a short while, the friend, whose feet I had long admired, removed her shoes and I immediately focused in on her feet.
They were big, about a size 11 if I remember correctly, and they gave off a pleasant aroma. She kept her toenails slightly long, just enough to stick out over the tips of her toes, and her soles were thick, soft, and indescribably sexy. As they continued to play cards, I was on the bed by myself playing around. The bed was against a wall and the friend was seated at the edge furthest from the wall facing the table. I was between the wall and the friend, who I knew as Margie. While my mother was shuffling the deck, Margie decided to lie on her left side, propped up on her left elbow, and placed her bare feet on the edge of the bed.
I stopped what I was doing and went to the end where her feet were. I began touching them with my fingers and then with my palms. Margie started giggling and wiggling her toes. She then placed her right sole on my face so that the ball of her foot touched my lips. She left it there for a while because she thought that she punishing me, I guess. I inhaled and puckered my lips so that they touched her smooth, clammy sole lightly. Then she removed her right foot and laid it back on top of her left. I had a stiffy and was by no means ready to be left rock hard while she played cards.
In fact, I rather enjoy it when a man, or even a boy such as you, pays attention to my feet. She flexed her toes under my nose which caused the most satisfying aroma to fill my nostrils. This is such a warm feeling having you worship my feet like this.
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She felt me dry humping her thigh as I French kissed her soles. Mautre licked her foot as if they were my last meal. I lapped between her toes like there was no tomorrow. She spread them apart for me and shifted her ankles to alert me as to when to lick between the next one.
Mature feet stories laid there for hours as she watched TV and I orally pampered stodies soft white feet. She loved forcing her Maturw into my sucking mouth, only to ffet them out of my clinging lips. She loved the popping sound my reet made when she did Mautre. I woke up with her one slipper in my hand, the other filled with cum on my cock and my aunt's feet hovering above my face. I thought I was dreaming so I let out a sigh of sexual delight but then she wiggled her toes over my eyes like before ztories my senses came to, I realised I was awake and more importantly I also realised my aunt was playing along.
She then put one foot over my nose to sniff and pushed the toes of her other foot which I had been longing to suck into my mouth and demanded I suck them all. I couldn't believe my dreams were coming true and I sniffed and sucked and licked her feet and took a nibble on her heels, she then took her slippers back, put them on wet from my tongue and my cum and started giving me my first ever foot wank. The slippers I had half an hour before abused were now abusing me and in seconds my dick was solid, I was groaning and moaning and I said I want to cum with your feet in my face so she slipped the slippers off, put her feet on my face, wanked me off really fast and wiggled her toes in my face.
I couldn't take any more, I was orgasming all over the shop and I screamed her name, put her toes in my mouth, licked them frantically and came all over her hand.