Welcome home," he sounded genuinely happy to see her."Thank you, Mason. I'd like to introduce you to my husband, Rick Gibson." How do you do," Rick sh...ok the man's hand. For an old codger, he had a firm grip. The man was Rick's height, very thin, and slightly bent over from arthritis."Where is everyone?" she took Rick's hand to lead him inside."Miss Maureen is in Los Angeles making a movie. The mister and misses flew down to Miami last night to see the Cowboys play the Dolphins. Mister John. After a second, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes again. Sean withdrew his feet from me. I was afraid that I had messed up and he wanted to stop, until I realized that if he wanted to stop, he’d have quit rubbing my feet. I was on the verge of looking down at his end when I felt his feet creeping up my leg, and soon, one foot under each leg of my shorts. Next second, his feet were cupping my dick, and though I had been trying hard to keep it under control, I jumped to attention at. Then Laura said, “I’m coming over as soon as I can. I have to work tomorrow afternoon.” I told her, “I can’t wait to see you, and hold your sexy body.” Then she replied, “I guess I can send you a picture to hold you over, until you can have the real thing.” I told her, “I'll be waiting on that.” After we finished talking, she sent me a picture of her. She was standing in front of a mirror, wearing a bra and a pair of panties. She looked so sexy, and the picture of her made my cock jump. On. And she was smart enough that I was enjoying the ebb and flow of conversation. Although there wasn’t much ebb. I guess the fact that she was gorgeous, and that she seemed to link half the topics to sex may have biased my opinion as well.“So where are you staying?” I asked as we got into the city and I exited the interstate.“No idea.” She was still cheerful, and looking at me as if challenging me to comment.“Well, I’m at the Holiday Inn. Nothing flash, but the location’s good. Shall we see if.