Why? Just to piss off his racist father. I want to twist the knife bymaking his family see their beloved son Chris, melting into thewaiting arms of a ...ig, black guy. Wait until his family see's what their wayward son has been up to.He's got a nice shapely figure thanks to the constant corsetting andthe hormones. I have him on a high fat diet right now and it's donewonders for his hips and ass. He has them now. He spends a greatamount of time in very tight, restrictive corsetting. I've. The smell hit me immediatly, my cock was growing bigger and bigger at this point as I inhaled the smell from her cute pink socks. I didnt want to waste anymore time, Her feet were there in front of me. I brought my nose close to her feet, paused for a few seconds and she scrunched her feet infront of me as she was sleeping.. HOT.. then I carried on and shoved my face at the soles of feet sniffing her soles and toes hard and fast all over. The smell was amazing, the biggest turn on other than. A woman was rummaging through a drawer of the cabinet. She appeared to be wearing a long white dress and there was something familiar about her.“Can I help you?” he said in a stern voice.She swung round alarmed at his voice, “Oh, I did knock but there was no reply. I thought you must have been at breakfast! I only need to change my clothes.”Robert broke in “Are you sure you have the right room madam?”“Yes of course I am,” she frowned “Didn’t they tell you?”“Tell me what?”“That I’d...” She. At least my mother had been in her full senses until her death and I was quite certain that she had had time to think about what had happened. If only she had had time to speak with me. If only Linnea’s aunt had not killed herself. Now I was here, in Aston with access to the University Library, but I was still in the dark about the hints my mother had given me. My Elven friends, with their lessons of patience, would have laughed at me because they would just have thought that I needed to learn.