And by the way—what the fuck is a cunt”? Mom now jumps fro the table, and heads for the bedroom. “Take care of your son please John, and educate...him”. Dustin continues, I guess seeing how he's pushing everyone's 'buttons'. “And Matthew always talking about jackin-off. What the fuck is that”? Dad still standing, yanks the belt. I went into terror mode—Dustin was still way too little for that bullet belt dad wore all the time. I had flashbacks of my own days of whelts raising up on my back—b l e. She dragged her right foot against my outstretched tongue, from arch to toes, pausing briefly to wiggle them beneath my nose. Compared to this evening when she was getting ready, and after a night of dancing and who knows what else, her feet now had a strong, musky aroma that made my eyes tear and my cock throb. She thrust her first toes into my mouth. I could taste the sweat, mingled with a bit of dust from when she might have been dancing without her shoes. “Suck them… suck them clean.” . I had been living by looting the now unprotected stores full of goods but empty of customers. I was finally able to dress in the exquisite clothes that I’d envied in my old life, but couldn’t afford. But now, there was no one who cared how well I dressed. Oh well. You can’t win them all.The woman was getting closer and I was truly becoming nervous. It was most likely an illusion; my mind was desperate to escape from reality. But the figure kept coming ever closer. I could feel the panic setting. Stuttering she thanked me, blushing in a way I knew was not down to the warmth of the hut, so I kissed her again and whispered that “she could touch it if she wanted, but she was hot, so why did she not take off her own clothes too if she wished, as we were alone for the day, as no one ever comes here “ I slipped off the cloak by now acting like I was Adonis or someone, and she stepped back as if to see the whole of this (I hoped) lovely male body, (well it was her first and she had no.