At the time of my 18 years I lived with my family in a small building in the apartment opposite to that of my cousin 17. Often went out together, even if attended two different companies, but among the various sweethearts / and one or the other, it often happened that for a long time there we saw all night. That was one of those times: I was introduced to his new friend, a new company. 18 years old, pretty, third breast, an angelic face, blacks raven hair, green eyes, a perfect ass and two legs breathtaking. The same evening we met I asked her the number, the dazed by so much beauty in one shot. She stayed in the game without too many menate and became court, while I was trying to steal much information as possible on its behalf by my cousin. He left the usual period of text messages, jokes, compliments, until, a week after I managed to snatch an exit together. It was summer, no exaggeration, but only to know and to be a bit 'together, we're going to take a great barettino in the center. Seated at a table in a crowd, talking and joking as if we were friends forever, and I kept trying to make the bright: I could not miss such an occasion, a girl so I would not have found in no other life. I could not take his eyes off her and she welcomes it. He began to play with his legs, crossing, forcing me to move aside when looking after them to him stealthily watched, crossed her. He was wearing sandals with a heel of about 8 cm, fully opened, a bright red and very shiny ... I was totally freaking out.
"But you've finished team? It looks like you're eating with my eyes?"
"Um .. excuse me, hehe, is that I do not often go out with a girl as beautiful as you"
"Well, what does this mean? What you do not feel my height?" asked me to do naughty.
"No, well, what?" I answered, struck pride "And 'that, here, you're very beautiful"
chuckled amused, but not picked up the compliment. "But I say, why not look in my eyes, but I continue to set their feet? Do you have something special, perhaps? "
" Er ... no, why? I'm not staring at my feet, "I said. Fetishist My mood at the moment to be voiced, it was always hidden behind a few fingers.
The evening ended without too many other turns of phrase, it was too late and riaccompagnai home, after paying the bill, do a little 'the beautiful, and once only, classic sms.
For days that followed we met not, nor have we heard the phone, but I can not wait a second chance to be alone with her and go back to see those two beautiful legs enchanted. The occasion did not take long to occur, but in an unexpected way.
My cousin told me that Saturday night he had held a party at his house and that there would be many surprises and that he invited his friend, who for the record, her name is Francesca, and my cousin Clare. I was the first to arrive, around 22, but I did not notice the classic sofa moved to make room for an impromptu dance floor, a table overflowing with popcorn and chips. I found the room perfectly normal, a table set for two and an intriguing atmosphere, soft lighting, the room for several adjustable lamp. I thought my cousin had arranged a two-thing for me and Francesca, but I was far from the solution.
Di shot my cousin came from behind, came from his room. My cousin is a beautiful girl, dry physical and sensual, was the first girl I kissed a boy, when I did not know that the cousins \u200b\u200bwere not to be touched, eheh. He came, he was dressed in a black miniskirt and a low-cut and carried two camicettina blacks leather boots that reached below the knee. I did not even have time to say goodbye to the doorbell rang, it was Frank. Even in her stunning dress and went into the house without even deigning a look came over to Clara and began kissing passionately. I was among the fun and excitement and I became close to greet her. I arrived at a step and turned them both. I waged a clear slap in the face, while my cousin laughed
"Who told you to get close? baciaci Get on your knees and feet, slave," she said with an evil grin.
"Haha, nice my cousin, what a joke?"
"Do you think this a joke?" Clare said "Tonight will be our Schiavetto lackeys, because you like it, among other things, no? Come on, on your knees"
I did as I said, not realizing the situation very well. I knelt down and gave her a kiss the feet of two girls who stood before me.
"Come on, you show what you can do, take out the language" encouraged me Clare.
began to lick those four beautiful feet, while the two resumed kissing hungrily, then moved on the couch and after few minutes I said
"Come on, guys, let's go to dinner. Oops, that careless, but here is prepared for only two," said my cousin, laughing, "Schiavo, I think you'll have to eat on the floor, you do not mind, right?" The two tyrants
two pizzas are served on their plates while I was forced to his knees under the table, and admire their ends. "Here slave, open your mouth and I spat in a piece of chewed pizza" swallowed without question, now I had understood my role well. From there, for about twenty minutes to lick some abundant alternai their feet and a few bites of pizza ... but the evening had just begun ... but that night I realized that I would change life forever, especially with my cousin Claire.
To be continued ...
