creative webcam ct6840 True, Jenny still continued to bathe me in the evenings — in the bath, like a baby — under the pretext that I had not yet learned how to wash my pussy properly.
And in my bedroom, my aunt left everything unchanged – so that the “nursery” would remind me of the punishment with diapers.
A month later, by the arrival of my mother, of course, there was no trace left of the “nursery”.
Jenny did not seem to want to tell her mother about my punishment – she would hardly have praised her for it.

I also did not dare to tell my mother how I spent eight long days in diapers – it was terribly embarrassing and I tried to forget the diapers, like a nightmare.
However, we must pay tribute to Jenny – the punishment with diapers really “healed” me from the night writing to bed.
What did you do to him? – My mom asked Jenny six months later, when my aunt came to visit us.
“I promised you that I would disaccustom the boy to wet the bed,” Jenny declined to answer. “Now I can open a clinic for these.”
I looked at Jenny with interest.

Surprisingly, after a couple of years, it turned out that she had indeed opened a similar clinic for the treatment of bed-wetting children.
But that’s another story.
Evening envelops the city, now the room is lit by a chandelier, lonely hanging from the ceiling.
All this would not be so noticeable.
if it wouldn’t be so lonely.
one lying on the couch.
You put on your robe when the doorbell rang.
Wearing slippers approached the door.
Opening the door saw me.
I was tipsy and explained my arrival by the desire to talk personally with a good person. creative webcam ct6840
Having me in the room we started a conversation about nothing.
for example, about the weather in Paris.
Coffee poured me cool on the table.
I did not listen to what you are telling me.
My view is on your graceful legs.
My thoughts are somewhere far away.
Looking at my thoughtful face.
following my gaze.
you smiled
You understand everything.
Now you knew what to do, and most importantly, how.
Sitting next to me, you said that your legs were very, very tired and asked me to do a foot massage.

You lay down on the couch, bending one leg and stretching the other.
For convenience, I sat on the floor, and with my thumbs began to rub your leg from toes to heel.
Throughout the foot felt strength and elasticity.
You enjoyed and thanked me every minute.
After some time, stretched the other leg.
I did the same with her.
A little later, you pushed the leg back a little, and said that nothing in her life so relaxed her, and slightly embarrassed, she added: “but you can ask you to do it with your lips.
Looking into my burning eyes, you said softly, don’t worry, I will help you.
Do you want to touch my feet with your lips? feel my smell? touch lips to my fingers? Don’t worry, I know better than you about your passion: You didn’t have women who would allow you to do what you want with their legs.
But their legs were your dream legs.
Fooling yourself is useless.
Female legs, which cause indescribable passion in you – you look at these dazzling fingers, from which invisible waves emanate, penetrating your whole body and consciousness.

You will never forget this feeling, these magic fingers, and again and again you want to experience this indescribable madness, no, you cannot live without it! Lick them with lips and tongue. ”
“And actually, what am I losing?” – I thought – “Why not?” I have never done this before, but I knew that the feet were also a very strong erogenous zone and were not at all opposed and agreed.
I hugged each toe with my lips and licked them a little with my tongue in my mouth and slowly began to descend to the heel.
You felt my tongue.
He was hot and rough.
He licked your fingers.
He was sucking them separately and several at once.
He licked between the fingers.
You only turned your leg a little when you wanted me to start licking another finger.
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