“And I love it!”Cupping the cheeks of her ass, I lifted her off the ground, and carried her to her bed. Slowly letting her down until her feet tou...hed the ground, we kissed deeply, hungrily, chewing on each other’s lips, grinding our midsections together, my hardness against her softness.Breaking the kiss, I gently pushed her backwards. Bending at the knees, she dropped to the bed, opening her legs. No words said, the look on her face inviting me to partake. I knelt between her long legs,. I half opened my eyes to look at the time on the clock laying at the night stand. Oh’ shit! I looked again; it was really 7:10 AM. I pulled the blanket over my head but hardly 10 minutes had passed and I heard my bedroom door creek open quickly. I could see from the bottom the blanket, it was Mona. I removed the blanket to see her smile towards me. She really has a beautiful smile and I love it. She was still standing at the door in her pink panties and the pink bra covering her solid looking. So now she knew how things would be… and had even less of an idea how she would manage. But she would get to kiss Sandy’s feet. The thought filled her with a strange mixture of apprehension and dread, arousal, desire, humiliation, despair, and not least a reminiscence of the taste of squashed lasagna that prompted a new pang of pure hunger. “That took fucking ages,” Sandy complained. “Come here.” She pointed down at her feet. Sandy was sitting on the bed in her playroom, remote control in hand.. Peter watched him, frowning. "Be careful, Albert. You know that can be dangerous. In all your past experiences, you've never done this before."Albert looked up and smiled. "I know. But I've lived life one way too many times. Frankly, it was boring. I want to try this." Albert continued keying in his choices. Slender, but athletic. He passed through the hair choices - red, blonde, brunette, black - they were all there. Curly, straight, wavy. And the display dutifully showed examples.