You are my fiancée’s step-mother. The night before my wedding you come to my room and tell me that you think she is all wrong for me. You subtly begin to show off your pantyhosed (dark if possible) legs and feet, including dangling then removing your shoes. You know what I need much better than she does. You continue to seduce me with your legs and feet, flaunting them more and more, and you try to persuade me into calling off the wedding and marrying you instead. You see me growing weaker and weaker in the face of your charms (and legs and feet). At the end you give me ten seconds to deci...

You are my fiancée’s step-mother. The night before my wedding you come to my room and tell me that you think she is all wrong for me. You subtly begin to show off your pantyhosed (dark if possible) legs and feet, including dangling then removing your shoes. You know what I need much better than she does. You continue to seduce me with your legs and feet, flaunting them more and more, and you try to persuade me into calling off the wedding and marrying you instead. You see me growing weaker and weaker in the face of your charms (and legs and feet). At the end you give me ten seconds to decide and after you hit zero, you tell me we will be very happy together.