It was only a few seconds later that Dad escorted Sara through the door. Cara’s date, a tall young man I recognized as one of the accountants from ...he firm across the hall, followed Dad and Sara, taking the time to close and lock the door. He stood next to Cara, but I noticed that they did not hold hands—not that I was paying them much attention.I knew that I was prejudiced, but I thought in that instant that Sara was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She also wore a full length gown. ." now what was that supposed to mean?..i let it pass."How about a foot massage?" I asked her quietly."Mmmmm..." mom murmured, "That would be really nice."She pushed up straight on the couch as I slid off the couch and assumed the old familiar position with her legs draped over my shoulders. She let out a long sigh as my hands began digging into the tired tissues of her feet.Firmly, deftly, my fingers probed and kneaded her aching feet. I was grateful that he couldn't see my pulse quicken or my. He lifted my chin and we kissed. Yes, I kissed him back, a boy young enough to be my son.While we kissed I helped him peel off his pants. "I don't even know your name," I said."You can call me Tommy." Okay Tommy, do you have a suit?" I don't need one." I started to take his leather vest off, but he stopped me. "No, I like to leave it on."I shrugged my shoulders and took his limp penis into my hand."Oh yeah, I also brought you this." He handed me a plastic bottle of vaginal lubricant that he'd. "It won't go in." She said I reached down and guided it to the entrance as I spread her saliva damp lips apart with one hand as I slid my foreskin over the head and stuck it to the entrance. I wrapped my hands around her little butt and slowly pulled it against me. It slid inside her warm pussy. She was tight. I slid it slowly back and forth. It felt awesome as my cock throbbed. I started hunching her slowly feeling those awesome sensations. She looked at me and smiled. "Do you like to do.