“Are you sure Jimmy?” he asked, surprised.“Yes,” I uttered, with my mouth dry with lust.As if wanting to make sure, he again lifted his finger... to his nose. Ross then gingerly extended his arm and offered his fingers to me for a second opinion.After sniffing and before my brain could process the situation rationally, I garbled a scarcely audible, “It smells wonderful.”With a look of bewilderment, he asked, “Do you like really like my smell, Jimmy?”A shameful, “Yes,” trembled from my lips.With. Really, it was a service on society. Instead of having to clean up whatever would have been left after meeting an express train, consoling the engineer after seeing what was about to happen and losing a member of society, they got me. They should pay me for this service!The body, Michael Kent, came from a home that was not perfect to say the least. I, it was me now after all, never knew my father. My mother, Ashley, was the definition of a gold digger. She was not the brightest but had a body. She said it made her feel sexy.I commented that her husband was a lucky man to have a wife who always was in her stocking feet. She said that regrettably her husband had absolutely no interest in her feet. As she could tell from the bulge in my pants, I had more than a passing interest in her nylon clad feet. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were next to each other on the couch. She asked for a foot rub and told me that if I did a good job she would ease the bulge in my pants with. Even I kissed you so many times.Sis: that’s different they ware smooching each other and as you said people ware doing other dirty stuffs. She almost shouted I took her hand in my hand and said: baby its all natural know you should not be wearied about all that. And I kissed her hand and she hugged me. I was hugging her sitting in sofa and her left boob was touching my chest and my lips were near her side neck. I kissed her neck twice and also kissed her ears and slowly I came to her chic and.