Filthy Feet
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Adorable Gizelle Blanco has been out all night with her friends, she has walked for miles in tiny heels and is ready to chill. When she kicks off her heels and flops down on the couch – Alex Legend notices how filthy her feet are! Alex forces Gizelle to clean her dirty feet but it’s no use. Lathering and stroking Gizelle’s gorgeous soles gives Alex some very dirty ideas. Soon, Alex is filling Gizelle holes with his hard cock and drenching her beautiful feet in his cum!
I must admit my ego needed that boost from a young cute girl like Shane. While I had no intention of trying to Filthy Feet soon it was something that one of my beer buddies had talked to me about recently.
Our trip into town went as Filthy Feet. We had dinner and gave Shane a quick tour of the downtown area. When we got home the girls headed back to the patio to finish the bottle they had opened earlier.
As had become my nightly routine I went out to the spa to relax before bed. Since my wife’s passing, I found it helped me fall to sleep easier. The girls moved next to the spa as we chatted for nearly an hour. When I got up to exit the spa my swimsuit dang near fell off from my weight loss.
“Dad, you need a smaller pair of boardshorts. Tell me your size and I’ll order you a new pair,” Tasha said.
“Filthy Feet,” I said.
“That’s right, only O’Neill’s!” said Shane. “I knew I liked you Mister Delu.”
I smiled at Shane, “Please, call me Scott. And, yes, only O’Neill’s.” I went on to explain to Shane that I grew going to my Grandparents vacation home in Santa Cruz, just off Seabright Beach, during my childhood. I proudly boosted to her, “I’ve been wearing O’Neill’s boardshorts since 1970.”
As I dried off Tasha told me that I was looking really good physically and that I should keep it up at the gym. “I forgot what a big frame you have. You’re no longer the Pillsbury Dough-Boy. We should probably go through your closet tomorrow too. You must need more that just a swimsuit. All your clothes must be too big.” She was right, all of my clothes were baggy. I didn’t want to admit to her that I had to buy a new work belt last month.
“Let’s take your Filthy Feet shopping tomorrow afternoon,” said Shane. “You two said the tasting rooms will be packed on the weekends so we can help you pick out some new clothes. Scott, what do you think?”
I was a bit taken aback. Truth be told I hadn’t been shopping in over a decade. My wife had bought most of my clothes unless it was my work boots or a Carhart jacket. “Girls, you got to remember, I’m fifty-two, I’m not a college-age kid. We can go, but I have final approval.”
The girls opened another bottle of wine and I told them I was going in to shower off, read, and go to bed. I crawled into my bed about 11pm and was soon asleep.
Later I was awoken by the feeling of a kiss on my lips. I thought he was dreaming. Then another kiss. I opened Filthy Feet to see Shane under the covers with me. A bit startled I sat up, “What’s going on?”
