Even if I were home all the time, she'd wear me down." Bubba," James said nervously, "I don't think..." She gets more from other men—I know it. We n...ver talk about it, but I know it. She needs it. When I'm home, she belongs to me. I don't take it personally—I accept it. It's enough for me."Bubba swallowed down a mouthful of whiskey and turned to James. "I know that she's got her eye on you," he said, punching his finger into James' chest. "Maybe you've already been with her a time or two—maybe. "You know, I really have made some great friends there. Real, honest-to-goodness people with whom I talk every day, share my problems with," I explained. "Yes, but that's what family and real-life friends are for,” she reached out and touched my arm. “You can’t just live in some virtual world, you need to get out there and meet someone, a real someone. Anyway, tell me about this guy. I want to know everything!" I took a deep breath and recounted some of the sexy chats and phone calls I'd. PLEASE!!" I shouted in tears. "CINDY!HELP!" But then I felt my bra coming off, and then my panties slowly being sliddown and then removed. Suddenly I was in shock…. Cindy was behind mecupping both breasts and telling me it was going to be ok. That we were therealone. It was all made up by her to let me live out what I have been longingfor all these years. I felt her naked body pushing into my back as she squeezedmy breasts and teased my nipples. She took my panties to my nose and said "Girl…. I actually did fall asl**p after that and was awakened by Tom’s nudging to tell me he was going to bed and that I should do the same. I have no idea how many times he jerked off that evening to the sight and feel of my stocking feet. This became pretty much a nightly ritual until one night, instead of sitting in the recliner, I asked Tom if he would mind if I lay on the couch with my feet in his lap so he could continue my foot rub. ‘Perhaps that would be more comfortable for you’, I said. He.