Mary was out with her parents that day, leaving me with
Nicole, Christine, and Janet and we played basketball outside for about two
hours. Xxx video I must have been daydreaming there for a minute. She said, “I know my
feet smell, its funny you don’t” to which she dropped the pen and
straightened out her legs across the narrow coffee table so that her feet
were about eight inches beneath and about six inches in front of my nose. Her toes paused and gently curled over my lip and my
heart stopped as I choked back a swallow in the back of my throat. I could smell the fermented canvas of her sneakers, aged
over months of sweaty feet jumping rope, playing dodgeball or bicycling
around the block.




















