It was the first Halloween that Amy was going out on without her older brother Arnold to go with her. He was all of fourteen years old now and in High...School. His attitude was that the whole business was for "kids" and he was much too mature for such foolishness any longer.It really made Amy mad because she had to find someone to go with her to keep her parents happy about her being out after dark. She memorized her brother's words because she planned to repeat them back to him word by word. 'I have known for ages' she said. 'Every day you look at my feet when I come for work. You're very good at hiding it but you linger just a little too long and you always look at the floor when you speak to a woman. Don't worry only a woman with a thing for her feet being worshiped would notice.' With that she winked at ME.'You mean you have a fetish to?' I managed to blurt out, 'I didn't know!''Yes' she replied, 'I love having my feet worshiped by a man with foot fetish who I can direct to do. He pushed in a bit. His cock and Baxter’s ass were well oiled and his cock head entered. Nature took over and he pushed in a bit more. About half his nine inches were in before there was some resistance.Baxter pushed back suddenly and a couple of inches more went in. They both gasped at the tightness.Carl stroked in and out and gradually all nine inches were in Baxter’s ass. Baxter was huffing and puffing, loving every stroke. His hips pushed back in time with Carl’s strokes. They had a firm. I spent some time in the military, just after my wife and I had our first c***d and were married. My first duty station was overseas, and we moved there when my son was just a baby. At the time of this story, we’d been there for about a year and been married just a bit longer. I was in uniform and my wife also worked full-time on base, so our son spent his days at the c***d care center there. The subject of this story, April, was an assistant caregiver for his age group and the daughter of.