“Go. I’ve got drains down here, and that’s why I didn’t go with nicer flooring.” Our eyes landed on the puddle of fluids on the carpet and the naked form still hastily contributing to it. “It’ll wash out. Go.” Derek came towards me, clapping one hand on my back as we stared at Rachel’s huddled body. “This was a really great time, man. Thank you, and thank you as well, Rachel.” She nodded slightly. “But, uh, I’m actually Jeff’s ride. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.” “It’s fine, get out of here. See you this weekend.” “Sure thing.” Pausing at the foot of the stairs, he turned back, pausing to collect his thoughts. “Hey, I don’t really know what you’ve got going on here with her, but whatever it is I’m glad you found it. You seem happier than I’ve seen you in a while. I mean, other than kinky earlier tonight, but I guess having this little cutie hidden away upstairs explains a lot of that, huh?” After everyone had left, I sat down on the floor next to Rachel. Finally able to see through the thick glaze of cum still covering her, she looked at me. “Sorry about the mess.” We both laughed. Harder than the moment probably deserved, but it filled a space that neither of us was ready to pierce with conversation. As our laughter died down, she grinned at me, “Think I could get that shower now?” I stood up, offering my hand to help her up which she graciously accepted. Leading her to the shower, I had her wait as I turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. “Might be a little warm, I’m not sure how you like your showers.” Stepping one foot in the shower, footfetish she sighed in relief and grabbed my arm, pulling me, still fully dressed in with her. “With company.” My shirt clung wetly to my chest as she unbuttoned it, pressing her warm, supple breasts against my chest as she reached behind me, pulling it off. Thoroughly unconcerned with cleaning the large amounts of cum off her face and out of her hair, she knelt down in front of me, unbuckling my pants and pulling them, and my boxers, down my legs. I stepped out of them and she flung my wet clothes out Footlicking of the shower. She briefly kissed the head of my kink penis, swirling her tongue around the tip before standing back up. The welts across her breasts and stomach shone red under the hot water before she turned to bury her face in the Footworship shower’s spray. Similar marks stood out on her ass, as well. As she scrubbed at her face with both hands, I began combing my fingers through her hair, coming away with thick globs of cum. Once I had gotten most of it out of her hair (although it would take two shampoos to get it fully clean again) I pressed my body up against hers, my erection poking lazily at the cleft of her ass. Reaching around her, I grabbed a handful of her firm breasts, my other hand snaking down towards her groin. She moaned as my fingers briefly raked over her clit and seemed to melt into me as I began caressing her thighs. Because Ryan had his arm round my shoulder so at least I could cover my bits with my hands. Then I switched to the History Sub-Menu. I was blown away. "That bikini isn't covering a lot of skin to begin with. The girl kink tilted to the right and displayed her young chest footfetish for him. It was the main reason he was single, as he didn’t leave much time for a social life. I thought a minute and kinky then used one of the index cards that Footlicking I always carry with me to write a little note to whoever was responsible for this little girl. Talking about showing you around, have you been to Ibiza before Ben?” "Not likely," she scoffed. Yup! “Yes and no,” she replied. “Always, Footworship Mom,” I groaned. He preferred bikini, he wondered if his friend had informed her of that.