She staggered to the couch and collasped. She was trying to tell me how much fun she had as she swung her feet up to my lap and asked me to pull off h...r strappy heels. I unbuckled her heels and started massaging her feet for her like I do most nights. While I massaged her feet ,mom said ,you are so much like your father, he love womens feet too. I asked her what she meant by that and she said your father always got excited when he rubbed my feet just like you do. With me not saying anything she. .and I didn't want to waste any." "Well," I said, "it's not like we are in a hurry, but I'm sure we can think of lots of different things to do over the next month, over and over and over," laughing as I gathered her in my arms again. I kissed her deeply and slid my lips down her throat to her sweet nipples, teasing first one, then the other, as my hand caressed her sides and tummy, working their way down to her hips and soft wet shaved pussy. Kissing slowly down her body till I was licking. This time he knew why though.The sightlessness of the Blue Hand boiled down to two issues in Porter’s notes. The first was the nature of the Blue. While no student of the subject was willing to toss the power into the realm of magic, not one person had been able to describe or explain the physics of the phenomenon. Hypotheses abounded in the thin books, but there were no experiments done, no further explorations beyond the mere conjectures of stymied minds.The second was the mention in the. ”“I didn’t pay you to think bitch. I paid you to come up here and get me off! Now do it and keep that face of yours exactly where it is!” I had misjudged this man, something I rarely did anymore. I could usually read the situation better. Cursing myself I continued to stroke him again, knowing now he didn’t want some fanciful romantic encounter, he just needed a slut to make him cum and I was it.His voice over powered the music, “That’s it you fucking whore, use your hands because no other part.