I want you to step down on the bulge in my pants and feel how hard I get just playing with your feet. I whip my dripping cock out, dizzy with desire. ... sit down and let you step on my dick with your warm, soft feet, pressing it hard against the cold floor. You put your weight on my aroused dick for an aching moment and then let go, over and over again. I am ready to burst. I want to take my time and suck on each of your toes, tasting a little of my own pre-cum, getting them wet. I run my hard. All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I walked home one Thursday evening. As I passed an alley way some one called out 'David, come here', at first it didn't register than it hit me like a ton of bricks. Back in the alley way stood Jerome in the shadows, I thought about running, but Jerome know where I lived. I glanced around me quickly than went in to the alley way. Jerome was standing there looking very anxious and nervous, as soon as I was near to him he grabbed me by the arm and. Without warning her pussy began spraying its load. Her hips bucked again, her body becoming senseless. Streams of juice flew in all directions, distorted by her embedded fingers. “NNGGGGG!!!!” she managed, a huge spasm jolting her, sending her eyes rolling back into her head. She could feel another orgasm welling up. She couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to! She was floating. Consciousness seemed distant. Strangely lucid, yet bodiless. She existed as a thought. A dream. An image of. I had a sad life according to my counselor. Dad ran off and left my mom pregnant and I was born into a single parent family. Mom was an accountant at GE New Orleans but she got lung cancer and died when I was seven years old. I was raised in the suburbs by my maternal grandparents. Now that is where I was lucky; gramps was, great and granny is tops, gramps died just two years ago and we all cried. The wayI see it they are my real parents.Mom had left a small estate to me and Gramps had been my.