Most daring shoe experience

[illFyourflats]

I talked my friends really drunk gf into a foot massage with her sandal on. I took my cock out and squeezed it between her foot and flip flop. Wish I came in them.

[nsagaa]

I talked my friends really drunk gf into a foot massage with her sandal on. I took my cock out and squeezed it between her foot and flip flop. Wish I came in them.

Wow. Curious to hear the full detailed story

[shoddy90]

.... I had a longer post to send, but for some reason, this website is quirky, and it loves to log me out after i log in. I ended up wiping out what i typed, as it went to the login screen.....

easy to get lost in time writing to the board lovepursesandpumps. Timeout is a function of the site, but all was not lost, as you could have simply pressed the back button (<) just once and everything would have still been there, then either using your right click option to open a new board page and logging in or if you had one already open on another tab, refreshed and logged in there, before re-selecting the page with your text and submitting to the board, although for most safety, use the preview button which will prove everything has gone to plan and you can continue adding text. If still some problem at that point, again back once, and try again but perhaps copy all the text even to a word processor document, finish writing, and when you can get onto the board, copy and paste your completed text.
Long to describe, short to do.

[titans rule]

nice stories!

[ilovepursesandpumps]

.... I had a longer post to send, but for some reason, this website is quirky, and it loves to log me out after i log in. I ended up wiping out what i typed, as it went to the login screen.....

easy to get lost in time writing to the board lovepursesandpumps. Timeout is a function of the site, but all was not lost, as you could have simply pressed the back button (<) just once and everything would have still been there, then either using your right click option to open a new board page and logging in or if you had one already open on another tab, refreshed and logged in there, before re-selecting the page with your text and submitting to the board, although for most safety, use the preview button which will prove everything has gone to plan and you can continue adding text. If still some problem at that point, again back once, and try again but perhaps copy all the text even to a word processor document, finish writing, and when you can get onto the board, copy and paste your completed text.
Long to describe, short to do.

thanks for the info! i didn't know the site logged users out 5-10 mins after logging on. a year or so ago, you could log on for more than an hour and it wouldn't log you out.

[shoddy90]

you welcome, not sure when first happened, but after a few times, found this solved for me.

[001]

When I was younger I visited my dad's older sister with my parents. She had a number of children herself. It was a hot day and I was bored with conversation and so decided to go outside as at the end of the garden was a railway line adjoining the rear and one could watch trains go past. This I enjoyed as I was into model railways along with her own son who was about my age, I think he is a year older than me?
Walking through the rear living room adjacent to where they were talking my aunt kept two of her everyday wear pairs of shoes, these were identical apart from one pair was black and the other tan brown, they were soft leather t-bar pumps with about a two inch square'ish heel. Not the most attractive shoes but seeing them there excited me no end as I knew that somewhere in the house she must have a whole wardrobe full of pumps as I had seen her in them on loads of evenings when out with my parents.
I could not resist and picking up one of the black shoes and almost before I knew what I was doing I was enjoying the little shoes soft supple toebox. I wasn't thinking and was caught up in the moment, just as I reached the point of maximum excitement and flooded her innermost delights with hot steaming liquid the door opened!
It was her son!
He looked at me, looked at his mother's little shoe and what we were doing, smiled, picked up a tan shoe and inserted himself into her, using the poor little shoe roughly until it achieved the same result I had with its black sister only somewhat quicker and more aggressively. Afterwards I picked up the other tan brown shoe and enjoyed her in a similar manner whilst he simultaneously enjoyed the other black pump. When we had finished we put the four now gooey wet shoes back where they had been and quickly we both retired to the back garden to watch the trains which was a mutual interest involving lots of conversation on that subject.
Neither of us ever spoke about this incident, but years later I stayed with my aunt and uncle for a while whilst working in the area. She still had many pumps, mostly the low heel old lady types of comfortable pumps but they were so soft to the touch. On inspection a lot of them showed telling signs of previous male interactions although her son had moved out and had married a couple of years before, he did still visit weekly at the weekends when I went home. During that time I had a lot of fun with her little pumps as she did not get up anywhere as early as me as she was retired and unfortunately my uncle had died, but I had to be up for work.
Looking back I wish I had a few of her shoes but alas they have all been confined to the garbage truck which undoubtedly turned them to pulp munching on the delicate flesh. My aunt also died several years back so no her daughters cleared out her stuff and by the time of her funeral everything was gone.

[brewfan8]

When I was younger I visited my dad's older sister with my parents. She had a number of children herself. It was a hot day and I was bored with conversation and so decided to go outside as at the end of the garden was a railway line adjoining the rear and one could watch trains go past. This I enjoyed as I was into model railways along with her own son who was about my age, I think he is a year older than me?
Walking through the rear living room adjacent to where they were talking my aunt kept two of her everyday wear pairs of shoes, these were identical apart from one pair was black and the other tan brown, they were soft leather t-bar pumps with about a two inch square'ish heel. Not the most attractive shoes but seeing them there excited me no end as I knew that somewhere in the house she must have a whole wardrobe full of pumps as I had seen her in them on loads of evenings when out with my parents.
I could not resist and picking up one of the black shoes and almost before I knew what I was doing I was enjoying the little shoes soft supple toebox. I wasn't thinking and was caught up in the moment, just as I reached the point of maximum excitement and flooded her innermost delights with hot steaming liquid the door opened!
It was her son!
He looked at me, looked at his mother's little shoe and what we were doing, smiled, picked up a tan shoe and inserted himself into her, using the poor little shoe roughly until it achieved the same result I had with its black sister only somewhat quicker and more aggressively. Afterwards I picked up the other tan brown shoe and enjoyed her in a similar manner whilst he simultaneously enjoyed the other black pump. When we had finished we put the four now gooey wet shoes back where they had been and quickly we both retired to the back garden to watch the trains which was a mutual interest involving lots of conversation on that subject.
Neither of us ever spoke about this incident, but years later I stayed with my aunt and uncle for a while whilst working in the area. She still had many pumps, mostly the low heel old lady types of comfortable pumps but they were so soft to the touch. On inspection a lot of them showed telling signs of previous male interactions although her son had moved out and had married a couple of years before, he did still visit weekly at the weekends when I went home. During that time I had a lot of fun with her little pumps as she did not get up anywhere as early as me as she was retired and unfortunately my uncle had died, but I had to be up for work.
Looking back I wish I had a few of her shoes but alas they have all been confined to the garbage truck which undoubtedly turned them to pulp munching on the delicate flesh. My aunt also died several years back so no her daughters cleared out her stuff and by the time of her funeral everything was gone.

Sounds like you should have grabbed something when you had the chance