The most exciting thing with shoeplay is: No one knows what happens next, even the girls don’t know it.
When I was strolling aroung, I stumbled upon a girl in her 20ies, who called someone on the phone. She wore nylons and flats, so I stopped right behind her and fired up my cam.
This is the stuff we could write novels about. Or dream of, when we are going to sleep. It is a mystery, but a wonderful one, what girls can do with us.
Miss Young Girl was presumably around 18/19yrs old, I heard some of the conversation she had with her attendance. They talked about jobs and such things, right what you do after school.
Mother and daughter were sitting at the same table. Mother had pink high heels at her hosed feet, daughter some kind of plimsoles. I focused on mom.
Daughter did nothing except sitting there. Mother showed us her beautiful hosed feet and was flexing her toes very gentle and calm, almost like a still image.
I love this: Was driving back to my home in the car and stood at the traffic light. In the corner of the eye I saw this girl playing with her shoes.
Instantly I turned around, searched a parking place and ran over to the table where the young blonde sat with a friend. She was barefoot in trashed plimsoles, yeah!
Who else developed his passion for feet in the childhood with watching aunt’s and grandmommy’s nylons in and out of their shoes?
This is a keyframe for many of us. Playing under the table beneath the legs and feet of the elder women who were drinking coffee and talking about things we did not understand. But their feet, they were addicting somehow.