Fingers crossed.“Ricky, don’t you recognize me? Have I changed that much in a year?”I just shook my head no. I couldn’t remember this woman at...all.“Ricky, you’re my big brother, I’m your sister Melissa.”Sister? Melissa? Not my girlfriend?I tried to say something in response but my voice was still a mostly unintelligible croaking sound. Yeah, speech therapy would be in my future as well. Fortunately it was less torturous than the physical therapy would be.I gave up trying to verbalize a response. As Vivian returned to massaging one of her feet she also became aware that Lizzie was deliberately rubbing her crotch with her other foot. She was being stimulated by the feel of her foot rubbing her vulva and the sight of Lizzie's legs all the way up to her panties. The silken panties floral pattern matched the tops of her nylon stockings. Vivian was being stimulated so much that she could feel the increasing dampness in her own panties. Lizzie slowly lifted one foot up and placed it in front. Then he removed the last object of clothing. His boxers. And it waslike everything in the world suddenly became irrelevant, unnecessary,superfluous even.There was this gorgeous sensitive masculine man, his cock rigid androck-hard, like the rest of him. And pointing straight up, ramrod, likea pole. About as long as Brads cock, but thicker. Much thicker.It was cut, and oozing precum. I could see the glisten of it, all overhis mammoth cock head. The sight of it alone had me soaring,. Kean took a second look and said, “Donita! What the heck happened to you? You’re blue!” Donita was the manager of the office area and had left the building almost an hour ago. He started rubbing her hands and cheeks. Once he had the shaking in them under control he took off her boots and started on her feet and legs. He felt a little guilty and could feel himself getting a little red in the face. He was getting a good hard-on doing this with Donita. Donita was in her late forties, about 5 foot.