A guy at the bar bought my drink as I sat on the stool, I mentioned that my feet were sore from my boots, the guys eyes seemed to light up and he said...he would rub them better, I found myself a feet guy and some of you know how much I like my feet being worshipped! I told him he'd need to be very gentle with them as I'd been walking all around Amsterdam (mainly the red light district). He led me to a couch where he unzipped my black ankle boots and slipped them off, it felt good to set them. Shelley had gone on one of her two or three weekly trips into the city, so my dad and I took a long ride on dirt bikes using the trails that my dad and I had blazed through the woods. Racing through the oak, hickory and pine trees was a real adrenalin rush, something Dad and I enjoyed very much. When we got back as Dad and I cleaned the dirt off the bikes, I hit him with my surprise."Dad, what do you think of Shelley?" She seems to be a nice young lady. Why?" I'm going to ask her to marry me.. I lay silent. The words were clear enough, for all that the accent seemed thicker than I’d heard from others. Nobody calls me “Davy,” but the correction wasn’t the most important issue. I hadn’t come back, much less come back for her. This was my first trip to the rock.“It’s been such a long time,” she continued as if my silence had been an answer, “but I remained true to ye.” This sounded increasingly embarrassing to her when she discovered who I was. Still, it had to be done. I turned over,. I was laying on my back and he was now sitting with his feet up on the cushion and his knees up so his shorts allowed me a clear view of his, what looked to be a big cock. I was trying to get a better look and noticed he was looking at my feet a lot. So I started to wiggles my toes and arch my feet and toes. In no time Steve was hard and sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. Feeling naughty I turned on to my side slightly and stretched my leg out so my ball of my foot and toes were touching.