. her hands explored my body and it was not long before I felt a small hand take hols of my shaft she squeezed it slightly, moved her hand up and down...my length a few times before moving down and gently cupping my balls... her other hand soon followed and touched the tip of my cock... her thumb moving over my hardness, slipping in the juices already there... she moved her head away from mine and as I looked at her she moved her now wet fingers to her mouth and licked my juice from them... we. Does that mean I’ll be training with you?”“And the hired instructor.” Eric displayed that never-ending, captivating smile. “You’ll meet the other guys tomorrow, or maybe at dinner tonight. We’re a small, but tight group, all four of us, oops, five now with you. There is Eddie, John, and Sean, who have all been training for a few months. Ralph Kiser is the paid instructor, you’ll meet him tomorrow. When I leave, Eddie will likely take my place as senior trainer. Are you bout ready for chow?”Adam. She said she could sure use a massage and asked me if I would mind massaging her feet for her. I said sure, and without wasting a second, grabbed her lovely foot and began massaging the bottom of her foot. I softly began by rubbing her soles, round circles first, kneading her soles and around her toes. She moaned as I rubbed even more deeply, causing her to shift her legs, placing her other foot on my lap. She said I could do her other foot and switched her feet, placing her other foot in my. “Okay?”“Yes, Mom,” my daughter said, rolling her eyes.She had recently been diagnosed by a disorder—Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. Last week, my wife had taken her into the doctor. Now Tiffany had to take a pill every night, one that would let her get a full night's sleep without any issue.I hadn't realized she had any sleeping problems. I mean, she was so young, but my wife insisted.“She'll be out for the entire night,” my wife purred, stroking my cock. “Won't hear a thing.”I smiled at my wife. We.