" Born the day before the end of the Great War. That's what we called ituntil others came along. Had an uncle in that. He always said if that wasa gre...t war he'd hate to see a bad one." She tried to laugh again butcoughed instead. "That war killed him. Didn't bury him for another thirtyyears, but the Huns got him right in the liver. I didn't go to thefuneral. He was the worst of the bastards when they figured out what sideI belonged on. Don't matter though. Don't bother going to my. I stretched out on my bed and puffed up my pillows i decided to read for a little while, a few minutes later Bruno jumped onto the bed, i was laying on top of the bed because it was middle of summer and to hot to get into the bed so all i had on was a T shirt i 4had been reading for 10 minutes when i realized i had Bruno´s cock in my hand again it was the heat it gave off that told me. I put the book down to look at his now steaming cock it seemed bigger than before and his love juice was. She knew I had a foot fetish and that I always enjoyed touching and rubbing her feet for her. I would rub her feet for an hour or so and by that time I would have such a woody I would go to my room and jerk off and most everytime I would use a pair of her nylons to do that with. I would always imagine what her nylon feet would feel like on my bare cock as I stroked.So this one friday night Lisa dropped mom off and she passed out on the couchlike always. I sat at the end of the couch in my pjs. Large, yes, but perfectly proportioned with each white cheek hiding the delights in between. She had tilted her hips so that her mound was easily accessible to his excited prodding. As he watched, Mrs. Hoopenlicker reached down between her thighs and ran a solitary finger along her hairy slot.Quickly, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them leaving his heavy bell end swinging lustily in tingling anticipation. Below, he could feel his testes beginning to churn in their mottled sac as he.