As Florence opened the door, her other best friend: Connie, was greeted by the image of two beautiful girls, one of which exposing her bare breasts in plain sight, both had clearly been awaiting her arrival. Connie adjusted her long brown hair, so it sat behind her ears, as she said:“So! Who’s ready for some fun?”Florence and Ellie’s smiles spread into broad grins.“I say ‘ready’,” added Connie, a twinkle in her eyes, “but it looks as if you’ve already started.”Florence instinctively put her hands on her breasts. “Ah, yeah… we were just sunbathing. Come up to my room.”They ran up the stairs, Florence and Ellie leading the way. In her bedroom, Florence lifted a thin, white dressing gown etlik escort from a hook on the door and slipped it on, tying it at the waist. With her breasts now concealed, she watched Connie undressing.Connie was also sixteen and had a glistening white smile, lightly-tanned skin with rosy cheeks. Her straight brown hair reached below her breasts. She had never had a partner, nor engaged in any sexual activity, but she was famous — and frequently teased by her friends — for having a foot fetish.Being the more conservative of the three, Connie turned her back while she removed her top, trousers, and underwear. Other than her butt, the other two girls saw nothing keçiören escort of her body as she quickly put on a blue ‘cow’ onesie that she usually wore at sleepovers.“Hands or feet first?” asked Florence.Connie was confused. “Sorry?”“Hands or feet? I’ve got a manicure and pedicure set. It’s your choice.”Connie hesitated, then shrugged. “I don’t mind.”“Feet it is then,” said Ellie, smirking at Florence. They knew what would happen.Ellie and Florence were already barefoot but Connie still wore blue ankle socks. Bending, Ellie seductively peeled them off, exposing Connie’s feet with their extremely pink soles. Connie felt embarrassed and shy — but also kızılay escort horny with anticipation.Florence reached under her bed and brought out her ‘deluxe dual foot massage and pedicure set’. She placed it beneath Connie’s feet and pressed a button, not really knowing what to expect. It had cost only ten pounds from a charity shop, and she’d bought it mainly for the satisfaction of feet-loving Connie.A motor, sounding like a drill, started up and, after two minutes of random swirling brushes and noisy vibrations, Florence turned it off. Connie lifted her feet away from the strange contraption — but Florence wasn’t done yet. She reached over a shoulder and took a small bottle from her bedside cabinet. She unscrewed the tight top, squeezed some of the lotion into her hands and rubbed them together with devilish intent as if she had some evil plot to perform. Then she smeared it onto Connie’s feet, paying particular attention to each toe.Connie closed her eyes.