We talked for hours catching up on one another’s lives; it was like a breath of fresh air. At 2 that morning we finally said our good byes, and I to...d him not to be a stranger. I assumed I wouldn't hear from him again, you know how it goes. So I was surprised again when a few days later I receive another message asking if it was okay for us to chat. He made me happy…the emotion was so strange I didn't even know what it was at first. So of course I was more than willing to talk to him again.. "Sure." I responded.I knelt at her feet and undid the laces carefully and slowly, as if unwrapping a crystal vase. I savored every moment of it, as I removed her pink feet from her cotton shoes. Slight creases from being in the shoes all day covered her feet. Her toenails were painted pink. The smell of her feet being in her shoes for a couple hours wafted through me, and inflated my cock.My heart started thumping from the excitement. If you've ever seen nice Asian feet, you'd know what I'm. "you like?' he asked. "You like men touch pussy?" Stop it, please," I begged. "Leave me alone."He chuckled and kept stroking. "No, no, no... you good slut. Wet pussy, hard nipple, very hot." Then he roughly jammed his fingers inside me. At the same time, hands gripped my breasts again, harder this time, flapping them up and down, yanking at the nipples, slapping them together, all to the immense amusement of the men in front of me. I could feel the man behind press his hips against my ass. The. The room is cold, maybe a little under 65 but I like it when I can pile blankets on top of me. I shove off all of the crap on the couch and throw on a blanket and slowly fall back asleep. When I see again I’m back in my old house, the house I grew up in and the house I lost my virginity in and the house I painfully left the summer before senior year of high school. I’m in my room, with dark blue enveloping me. I loved that colour, and the grey to oppose it on the other side only intensified the.