Imagine being lucky enough to actually know me. To know where I live. Imagine getting to see me, watch my beautiful feet as I stroll past you. Imagine knowing where I lived. Would you cum over as I sunned my feet on a hot day in the garden, make your excuses to try worn your way into my schedule. Would you tell me your desires And beg for my hot superior soles to be pushed in your face. Imagine feeling them against your flesh. To actually feel their silky soft touch. Just imagine.