I’ve fancied screwing Emma in her moon-boots ever since she bought them, when snow lay thick upon the ground. The trouble was, of course, that whenever she had them on, they were too wet and muddy to wear indoors, let alone in the bedroom. But yesterday they were dry and clean, ready to be stashed away till next winter (hopefully). “Put them on,” I suggested to Emma, “And let me fuck you in them.” Well, as Emma pointed out, “Put ‘em on!“ made a change from the usual “Get ‘em off!” The moment captured here, let it be said, was only a simulated fuck for the benefit of the blog, unrehearsed and using the camera‘s self-timer. But once that impromptu shot was taken care of, we carried on and enjoyed the real thing. Originally, my shoe-fetish demanded high-heeled sling-backs. Then a video showing a youngster being vigorously fucked in trainers prompted me to get Emma a pair. Now moon-boots. Whatever next, I ask myself. Green wellies?