” With that I was only a blur speeding through the house to find something… anything that I could think of that was best for a blood donation. Gra...bing some juice from the fridge and a pack of crackers from the pantry, it had only taken me seconds to get back to him. I helped him drink and eat, no matter how much he tried to get me to understand that he was ok. I knew better than that, and he could see that I knew that as well. After I made sure he had enough, I set the glass down on the table. You can tell who can and can't be trusted, who is playing the game for the game's sake and who is actually trying to accomplish something worthwhile."He sighed deeply. "I tried to do that and have had only minimal success. My talent is nowhere near as strong and useful as yours. I've been limited in what I could do and because of that I've had very limited success. So, following the old political adage, 'If at first you don't succeed, redefine success, ' I have redefined my success by choosing. He feels heavier, and uncoordinated; almost as though he has lead weights in his pockets but being naked that explanation doesn't quite work. Once again he sets it aside as probably just the effects of some sort of illness, all in his mind. Trying again, he manages to stay on his feet, and pulls out some clothes, a shirt and some underwear socks and pants, without really looking, as he is still rather tired. He pulls on the shirt, finding it rather tight, but manages to get it on. Feeling. Then her friend must have inquired what she was referring to. She told her I was rubbing her feet. I thought I'd die of shame. Then I felt her pat my head. That eased my tension, but did nothing to calm my throbbing dick. I thought I'd cum in my pants as she sighed and wiggled her toes. I wasn't sure how long I had, so off came the other shoe. That sexy swish sound filling the air. That foot was just as sexy, hot and sweaty as the first. She crossed her ankles one over the other as I sat doing.