'Are you ready for your massage, Miss?' and you only smiled and nodded your head.Moving down to the end of the bed, I picked up your right foot, and w...th a little bit of oil, began to gently massage your foot, holding it in my hands and running my thumbs up the center, using only a slight bit of pressure. Moving my hand all around your foot, I massage as much of it as I can, even between your toes, which earned me a small giggle.Moving up to your calf, I begin to do the same thing. Picking it. I felt I was grown up.One day me and mom went for a movie and now we were like friends talking everything she was also getting out of loneliness. As usual she was wearing a saree though not white now. As we were about to go in the hall someone started touching her shoulder with his and she got irritated and looked at me. I realized that man was trying to touch her and I just pushed him bit away. We entered into an argument and it was really heated. People interfered and asked us to calm down. I. I had come home for my diwali vacations after 6 months in school, and as usual were sleeping with my family. I used to notice movements of my mom and dad, but didn’t had guts to look directly as to what was happening, sp i used to peep and look and see my father riding over my mom and my mom making moans, i didn’t understand what was happening, but i liked whatever it was.I had seen this before i went to school also but had not got this feeling of liking it, but it was different now, i was. In seconds, her moans turned into ragged, "No... no... more!", and her hands which earlier were only pretending to stop Joe's plunging meat were now earnestly pressing him away with, "Please stop... ohhh... ohhh... ohhh.". All three of us were amazed at the intensity of her orgasm.Ever the gentleman, Joe did almost as he was asked. Instead of stopping completely or withdrawing, maybe leaving her feeling empty and wanting, he slowed to a very slow pace, and began to calm and sooth her. He cooed.