As I entered the room she handed me a beer. She sat on a chair and put her feet on an ottoman as she drank some beer. Mom told me about her dancing al... night and having a blast. She then said "My feet are killing me. In fact, I hurt all over. What a work out". I asked her if she'd like me to rub her feet for her. She looked at me a little strange, but then said "OK". I told her I would do whatever she needed.I took a big swig of beer and then knelt in front of the ottoman. I grabbed her right. He looked down at his crotch. 'But you took care of business, eh, you old dog?' he told his tool, grinning. 'A little housecleaning never stops you!' She'd made it up to him, though, taking away his empties, although he could have done without the huffing and puffing. Did she think he didn't notice her, trying to make it up to him? Walking in front of him, blocking his view, clanking the bottles with an awful din that was almost as bad as the vacuum. But, good guy that he was, he didn't make a. Kris had black hair and a handsome face, but just an average build. Tyrone had the best-looking body of the group. He was tall and attractive, and black. An African-American man, Tyrone was best friends with David. The four guests expected to come over to Davids place to get loud and rowdy for their favorite pro football team. None of them expected to find a blonde bombshell like Cindy, especially one dressed in such a tiny little outfit. They had never met Davids wife before, and to no great. “And if there’s anything you need any help with please don’t hesitate to ask me.” “Of course,” I said. Move on, the sensible part of my mind told me. I felt one leg begin to move. Yeah, if there’s anything you need any help with please don’t hesitate to ask me, the horny part of my mind was mocking. He’s not talking about getting something off the high shelf to put in the trolley. Joseph raised his free hand and gave a kind of salute with just his index finger. He smiled a knowing.