(So starting now everything will be according to when I was 14 and although this is a true story I did add in a few things to spice it up). I am about...52 and I would not say that I am little but I would say I am about average. I have blonde hair a couple inches past my shoulders. My boobs are a clean 36b and firm with slightly smaller than average nipples. I have about the perfect hips and ass and I am not fat in any way. I have two borhter who both have brown hair and brown eyes. The younger. Basically, they are from Mumbai. The Man well built, heighted and aged 32 named Samar and the Lady fair and beautiful but fat like me with big boobs and big ass aged 30 named Arpita. Oh, I forgot to tell about myself. I am a fat hairy guy with big girly boobs and nice big ass.After that, we had a skype chat as I was all alone in my office. We had a video chat and we saw each other. We liked each other. And also they told me that they are finding a bottom gay to enjoy the same fantasy I have.. He was stunned to silence. "And you can start," his mom continued, "by making sure that all of your dirty clothes are in your hamper tonight. And your smelly gym shoes. We may be washing your clothes, but we are not your personal maids. We are not here to pick up after you." Suddenly, Davey was glad for the half day of school tomorrow. His mom would spend the morning on laundry and the like, then go to her HOWA meeting for a couple of hours. By the end of that, she should be in a better mood. I tilt an eyebrow at her and she returns the expression. The game is on.I soon feel her foot slithering its way up my calf, using her toes to raise the leg of my pants so that her toe grazes the bare flesh of my leg. Her toes let go of my pants, glide up past my knee, and she slowly strokes my inner thigh with her bare foot. I can see in her eyes that she is as captivated by her ministrations as I.When her foot once again rises to my crotch, I look into her eyes as I call her dare. My thumb and.