” “I’m sorry I was just so comfortable.” “So was I, why do you think we didn’t get up?” Darnell replies with a soft giggle. Moving her h...ad just enough so she could look at him, she kisses him softly, her fingers running into the side of his hair, their kiss deepening as Darnell returns the kiss to her, feeling his heart beating faster, the throbbing of his member growing harder underneath her, feeling her own juices beginning to flow, she didn’t want to move she wanted to keep him right there. Actually, it was totally out of character for him. Barbara always described him as a wonderful, caring lover: tender, gentle, and thoughtful and if she'd been brazen enough to talk about sex she'd have said that he always took his time, was always in tune with her body's rhythm, and always moving slowly and sensuously. And almost always he made her cum to a glorious climax. But with Cheryl, for him the rules all changed. With Cheryl he smelled sex and nothing more.Still, as much as he wanted. He continued to sit there with these thoughts going over and over in his head.An hour later, Mandy found him in the same position. Other people, friends and family had arrived at the Miller house, but Greg had not noticed. Some had commented about the young man slumped against the wall, his head down and hands buried deep in his pockets. Some had tried to speak to him but he hadn't responded. Mandy was worried about him when she realized that he had disappeared a long time ago.She called to him. I smiled with delight. I caressed his feet and massaged them. First with the socks, them I pulled them off. They were clean, he changed them after his shower. His feet were clean and also smelled of lavander, but they were sore and tired. I did massage them for a long time, and he smiled, closing his eyes. He was home at last. He sighed in bliss.He was soon asleep. He was too heavy for me to carry him upstairs, so I gently asked him if he wanted to go to bed. I pushed him up the stairs, and.