“Hello,” Justin replied, not knowing the voice, “To whom am I speaking?”“My name is John Caldwell,” he replied, “I am George’s father....��“Oh, you’re the kidnappers father,” Justin replied.“I’m not sure if its kidnapping,” John replied, “But that’s neither here nor there at the moment.”“I’d like to speak with my niece, please put her on,” Justin requested.“I’ll go see if she wants to speak to you,” John told him, Justin heard John yelling to Jill and asking her if she wanted to talk to her Uncle. After he changed, he started working onconnecting the plumbing for a toilet and sink. He was laying on the floor,with those hot feet stretched out towards me and my mind just drifted awayat how I would like to take his big feet in my hands and massage them forhim, and them press them tight to my face and inhale his strong man scent.As he continued working I focused in on his damp sweaty socks laying on thesteps. I walked over and slyly sat down on the step next to where they werelaying. As. “Oh Margo, There is so much I want to show you here. It’s an ideal place for our lads to share together this summer.I’m sure you’ll feel the same in a day or so and I have a lovely little room ready for you.”Iris would have to be in her mid thirties like myself yet had that confidence of a woman in control. She was wearing jodhpurs and as we came up to the stable yard it occurred to me she rode horses. “Do you ride much Iris?” I asked peering into the stable.“Only a hack round the lanes when. It's a taste I don't know but it's o.k and I'll always remember this as the taste of sex.I swallow some but I know some is running onto her legs or ass and onto the ground there's so much. So I keep my tongue and lips going on that shape and then another gush of fluid comes out and her voice goes into a long "aargh" kind of sound, more like she's hurting than liking anything but her hands push even harder on me. Her hips jump up a lot. Now her hands grab my hair and pull me away, her whole body.