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Taste my Feet

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Taste my Feet is a sex story about , kink, joi, instruction, feet, soles, fetish, barefoot, lick, amateur sex, and feet, and how they have helped me get over a difficult past time. I am the daughter of a man who is an extremely active person who has a lot of fun. My husband also has a ton of fun. I am very into heels. My sister is 6’1″, tall with long legs with big, long toes, long, thick feet, and she loves heels. She has beautiful feet but has always been skinny and I have never seen her toes or feet. She has short feet, short, curly brown hair with a long fringe, long, thick, dark brown eyes with a large brown nose, light brown and red lips, and brown hair that curls into small braids. She is 5’3″, tall blonde, 5’6″, with long legs, long calves, and a big round butt. She has dark brown hair that has been dyed black (my daughter’s favorite color), and her eyes are mostly blue. She has a thick neck, a medium sized frame (I know her frame is smaller than she really is), and a small waist, but she is always wearing a bra and is always wearing heels, she has thick calves, and short, curly, blonde hair. Her knees are usually slightly bent. She also has very short, curly, blue-brown eyelashes and dark brown eyes.
I have been with this guy for a couple of months now. He was a guy at another company so had a little history with me. His job was to make people feel great for their work. He made me feel amazing, made me feel like I belonged. But there was one thing I didn’t understand, the way he worked. He wasn’t just going around making me think I was doing something good.
He was making me feel like I was going home to relax and have a few hours to myself. I was thinking maybe I would just take a break or go to bed. I was a little nervous but I really needed to feel good. I wanted him to feel like I was home. He told me he needed to take a break for the weekend and get some time to myself to recharge myself. I told him I would be happy to take him for a weekend break. The next day I called my dad and I told him this was great. They called me in for an interview and asked for his name. I told them how I was feeling because I was in a bad mood and wanted to feel like I was home.

“Well you are a woman” said my dad. He wasn’t a man but was rather short and stout, I was only about 5’2″. We discussed my family history and where I was coming from. His accent was English, he was quite good looking and a bit of a tall guy. He asked me about my family background. I told him my parents were both from Manchester, I was born in a small village in Kent and have three brothers and a sister.

“So you are from Manchester”

“Yes” said my Dad”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes!”

“Well if you are, what kind of girl and how long have I been with you and your husband”

“Well” said my dad
“So you have a boyfriend and a girlfriend”

“Yes. I have been with a couple of guys in the last six months”
I was nervous and a bit nervous at the same time. I didn’t even know if I should tell him or not. We talked over a bit about what he was doing as well as what was going on in my life.

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