"Alex what are you doing?" "Sorry" I quickly Covered mySelf up and she came and sat on the corner of my bed and said "What were you looking at on your...phone?" I figured I would just tell the truth "I was looking at pictures of your feet" "Oh so you like feet?" "well not really untill I saw yours they are just so beautiful" "wow are my feet really that sexy? I'll tell you what let's go into the living room and you can give me a foot masage and let's see how good it is, deal?" "of coarse" I. Within the hour I heard an expletive hurled out into the air. I broke into a run, leaping over crushed stories and scattered words. The forest gave way to a small clearing, quite obviously the point of the Mordacious’ most recent attack. I saw a woman desperately trying to salvage the pages of her latest creation, swiping at the slime that oozed over the torn paper. Upon seeing me she called out, ‘He went that a-way! Get that bastard!’ I hastened to follow the direction of her indication. He. On the last occasion she also pulled my bum cheeks apart for I felt longer than needed. Whens she has finished she rubs where she's waxed with a lotion though not on my cock. When we proceed to the massage its always the same scenario. I put my hand on the edge of the couch and she has quite clearly pushed her thigh ( or maybe her pussy ) into it, all I know it feels warm and I move my fingers and gently caress her thigh and again she doesn't flinch. She also massages my hands and holds them. My word, I already knew that my ex-daughters could curse, but they hardly repeated themselves in several minutes of profanity as they turned the pages. If words could kill, I’d be stretched out on the floor stone dead by now.I left them some things to find out for themselves. As their meal ticket, the titles for their cars, the contracts for their smartphones, the lease of the city apartment, the credit cards, all their insurance, everything was in my name, and my name alone. Heck, after.