Foot Smothering: 1 (If Feet Could Kill)

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experiences. As I got older I must admit that I manipulated alot of situations into happening, but as a younger person, some of these things fell into my lap,

do. I'd play with her toes, move down to her heels and insteps, thumbs and fingers rubbing against the soft material of her tights. Irene made no effort toShe even flips to and fro, uses her legs to poke through her cell and take out a guard, procure his keys and free herself. Her legs aren’t those of a regular woman. They spin and work just as seamlessly as her arms and make her into a smoothly lethal human death star. I gave up and just laid down in front of her. I let heel sit on my face an started sniff and I used the other as a pillow. She looked down at me and just poked my face with her toes and said, "Sit on the couch with me. You're always on the floor." I got up, dropped the heels and sat at the end of the couch where her feet was. I was 23, and a university housemate of mine was having a surprise 21st birthday party. Myself and the rest of the house made the trek to her actual family

Her feet are maybe a size six, and her tights made them incredibly soft. Maybe she'd had a pedicure for the wedding. Helen visibly sagged in the chair as Iexperiment' (yeah right!). I planned on doing the same thing with Irene, and so if my friend wasn't around I'd ask her how tall she was, and get I have a lot more of these and I will put them up if I get replies showing interest. Do you want more? I just slouched and sat there being bored. Megan lifted her feet and put them on my chest. They were really close to my face. She just said, "Start massaging." You can tell she's been in heels all day judging from the smell. Damn, I was already hard. Anyway, I just massaged her feet. I massaged it for quite a while and didn't even realize she was sleeping until I looked.