Paragon Past Paraphernalia

V. Putting my Foot in It

::(1)::
Jolanda didn't usually take her meals in our dining-room
but she kept me company while my parents were away.
I must admit she could make my laughter boom
and conversing my parents would never become gay.
I can't really remember if I've told you yet
but Jolanda was a beauty and she had class
With skin as smooth as silk and a silhouette
shaped just like the proverbial hour-glass.
She must have been around thirty back in 32
and had been with us for as long as I could remember
Like most upstairs maid in small households do
she was regarded almost like a family member
I'd always been fond of her but recently
my feelings for her could not be called decently

::(2)::
That night as we were having our evening meal
sitting vis'a'vis each other I heard a shoe-heel click
and all of a sudden on my crotch I could feel
a soft, naked foot teasing my balls and dick.
"Open your fly and rub your wonderful meat
slowly against the tender tips of my toes"
Jolanda crewed, and I complied in feverish heat,
accompanied by Jolanda's soft and deep "Oh"s.
"Kick your shoe off and take off your sock."
She ordered: "And give your naked foot to me."
She had opened her clothes and gave me a shock
as her bushy cunt sent a hot current through me.
I saw my semen foam between toes wiggly and game
as Jolanda ground my heel into her twat and came.

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