I know I must have appeared startled, since the girl’s sudden presence had indeed jarred me.“A loft for my daughter’s room,” I answered before...my mind wandered away from the subject at hand. “What’s your name?”“Alyssa,” the girl said. “Can I help?”“Well…” I said, hesitating because I really didn’t know how a young girl might aid my carpentry task. “I guess you could hold these boards while I saw them.” I didn’t really need my new acquaintance to hold the wood, since I had clamps for that, but. Wiggling her feet around in my lap trying to feel my hardon she said your father loved me to stroke his cock with my feet. She then asked have you ever had a footjob? Not knowing what to say I said uh no. Then she asked would you like one? uh sure mom I muttered. I was in shock was this really happening, I had jerked off so many times dreaming of feeling moms nylon feet rubbing my cock is this real?Mom lifted her head and opened her eyes and said it not going to happen with you pants on.. Not knowing what else he could do, Steve held her tightly and kissed her, reassuring her that everything would be all right. He tried to convince himself as well.As Steve's car pulled into the driveway, he idly wondered what it would feel like to be a visitor to this house. He parked in the driveway and slowly walked to the door. He rang the doorbell and nervously waited. When it opened, the discomfort he felt in front of the restaurant seemed like a minor disturbance. Terry looked amazing,. " Nonsense."Gwen reached over and yanked her brother's swimming trunks down. She expected to see a hard cock. What she didn't expect was a hard cock swinging back and nearly hitting her in the face. She moved her head to the side swiftly like she was playing dodgeball. "Oh wow," she gasped. "That looks serious."She stared at his cock, which curved upwards and was swollen to the point where it nearly turned a shade of red."I know. It's way harder than usual. Do you know anything about this?"Gwen.