You never gonna be hard again''and i look at her open my panty , something pink in plastic in her handson the washer machine the older lady snapping m... in cage , locking me up and adding the keys to her already full of little keys trouser''there you go, lock and ready to go back working without touching that lil cock anymore''putting the panty back over itlost and confuse , getting around the house helping her with chores she kept telling me how better i work , how good iam now we endup in the. The man on the other side of the wall was moaning and groaning, his fists colliding with the wall here and there, and I knew he was close.“Let me have my fun, Mi. You trying to dissuade yourself and me from this situation will not help us. Give in, Mi. I get what I want during sex.” I forced her back, trying to take control.She fought back, a resistance inside my mind, like a wall holding me back from my cognitive functions. I tried, really, with everything I had, to take control of my mind and. It was fine and we continued rubbing our faces on eachothers feet while licking them, just like we do when we do it to ourselves. While we were washing eachothers feet with our tounges, I had to tell him, "Damn, you have nice, big feet! Hope that goes for your dick, too!" And continued licking and sucking his toes. "Wait and see," he said as he continued on my foot. "And you have small cute feet." After finishing his first foot, I buried my face in his shoe and inhaled deeply. Goddamn. Strangely our relationship had remained much the same, no awkwardness or pauses in conversation. Basically life went on as though nothing had happened; which was fine for me and evidently for Derek too. The happy atmosphere was broken, however, when Derek's brother came back from New York. He had arrived only 3 hours before Derek hadd led me back to his house as usual where we would play video games for a few hours until my mom got back from work. I'm sure who was more shocked to see him lying.