I handed everyone their drinks, and my wife took a huge gulp. So did our new friend. I did too! After a few minutes of awkward silence, I suggested to...my wife that she should let him give her a nice foot massage. "She's been on her feet, and in those heels for a while now," I told him. He gave me a knowing smile, and I could tell he was excited. My wife shyly declined. "I give really great foot rubs," he assured her while boldly reaching down to firmly grab her right ankle to pull her foot up,. As the lotion is absorbed into your skin, with each circular motion, the friction pulls your cheeks apart and pushes them together. The circular rhythm slows. You know that at the point where your cheeks are spread, he is stopping and taking a good look. The thought turns you really on and you can feel yourself getting wetter. You slip your hand underneath yourself and pull your bikini to the side so that your vaginal lips are exposed, enabling the boy to see inside your pink hole each time. . but between the tensing of her thighs and the sudden relaxation of her sphincter he could feel, he had his answer. Up the chimney his finger plunged, up to the third knuckle ... and if he regretted it, it was too late to take it back, as he felt a crushing pressure on it that the finger tickling her tiddle didn't need to worry about. She pulled out of the kiss and rested her head on the door, holding both of his hands in place as she writhed and twisted through her explosive, bombastic sexual. You were thirteen. Matt was thirty-two and a drug dealer.”“He was?”“Yes. He would have addicted you to drugs. You would have ended up as a cocaine whore somewhere. Honey, you were my little girl. I wanted to protect you. I wanted the best for you.”“What happened then?” Lisa interjected, totally wrapped up in the story.“When Matt came over, he was intent on fucking Andy if he had to kill me to do it. By then, Andy was programmed so she would do exactly what Bert said. Before Matt arrived, Bert.