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"Oh, this feels great," said Glenda, quite gleefully. "But that bump in there
feels like a nose."
"If it is," responded Glenda who must have been putting her shoes back on
before leaving, "I feel awfully sorry for it." The women laughed hysterically and
Angela clutched Mike's nose with her sweaty, musty smelling toes. "Its the
ventilation; all of the air from passes between your toes, though the bump and
out the back somewhere," added Glenda before leaving.
For the span of ten minutes of so, Angela wriggles her bare toes over his
nose and rubbed her feet back and forth over the rollers inside the boots. The
tight boots made her feet sweat, and Mike could feel the sweat beyond rubbed
into his nose and over the part of his face which covered the ventilation hole.
Mike could imagine what it must be liked to be trapped inside her funky Keds
all day; it was sheer torture, inhaling such a sickly-sweet, fruity smell. And to
make it worse, Angela loved rubbing the ball of her sweaty foot over his nose.
And he could hear her moan softly whenever she did.
And then Michelle must have returned because she asked Angela is she
could have a turn. "I could keep my feet in their all night," murmured Angela,
lost in some kind of reverie. "Mmmn."
