" ... Why don't you give me a little foot massage first, hmmm?" Heh ... I can do that." Rodney took a deep breath. "I can definitely do that."I grinne... as Rodney slipped down to the floor, which was what he liked best, believe me. A blowjob was nice, but it didn't compare to the pleasure Rodney found worshipping my feet. I used it like a treat for him, a reward sort of thing, because if I didn't, Rodney would be making love to my feet three times a day, I swear. It was better this way, allowing. I climbed up the ladder, my knees shaking. I was hard as a rock in my swim trunks, and I heard Allison laugh and say, "Nice ass." and the girls giggled.I stood on the deck. I have a hairy chest, and I have a hairy pubic area. I don't shave like some guys I know do. And I guess standing there, I worried what they might think. Considering I'm older than anyone they've probably seen. I didn't want to gross them out. But I knew it was too late to go back.The girls stood in the water and finally,. “You going to follow?” But he did move back a generous distance. Rather than answer, she moved off the wet spot and into his lap. He wrapped her in his arms.“It’s much more complex than is possible,” she said. “Get the light.” He did, and she fell asleep to the feeling of his silent chuckle against her back.The alarm that morning, if unwelcome, wasn’t torture. She decided in the shower that she was actually happy. At breakfast, Mrs. Grant served her two pancakes but only one slice of bacon.“If. Calvin Coolidge was in theWhite House, Eddie Cantor was running hot with “Bye ByeBlackbird,” A.A. Milne had just published Winnie-the-Pooh,” while the average US home would set you backaround $6,800 and you could pick up a used Chryslerroadster for seventy-five bucks. Fidel Castro and ChuckBerry were born that year too – just in case you have aninterest in such trivia.But to get back to what I was saying ‘ it really wasChristmas Eve. Now, for those readers who have.