We ended up opting for a movie to give some neutral ground and cutting the need for an actual conversation, remember, we were not friends, by any mean.... Guy complained about his back hurting and, with my mind still on Michael, not considering the implications due to my inebriation, I offered a massage. He declined, but apparently interpreted my indifference as protest until he conceded. He removed his shirt and sat on the floor in front of the couch I was sitting on. My hands always seem to be. She helped me out of my shirt and started rubbing my shoulders. Anti climactic as it was, I enjoyed it very much. Especially when she leaned in and I felt her skin and bra touching me. After that we did move back into the office-bedroom studio. She undressed me and I undressed her. Her tits were a bit saggy, though they were impressive. I am a sucker for big boobs, and I was happy to see this immense size 5 rack in front of me. She was not skinny, but round, in a good way. We kissed as I was. Russ’ feet were almost off the floor.“Why did you not confer with Gunner for council then?” It was more of a command than a question.“He would have found a way to negotiate,” Russ struggled to answer. “Power was the question here brother, not the need for politics and its solicitous talk.”“You do not know wisdom when it is offered to you.”With those words, Kieren lifted Russ higher and threw him onto a table.Russ immediately did a flip that left him standing at the far end. Kieren had already. As we all sat around the living room somehow we got on the subject of feet, I'm not quite sure what sparked the topic now that think about it. Tiffany told us the other day Dan was making fun of people with feet fetishes. He joked about what would she do if he had one and how stinky and gross he thinks feet are. I quickly protested of course. Then she told us how she works 9hrs a day barefoot in her flats (the flats she was wearing!) and that she that she'd understand if her feet weren't.