Without fail they would fall asleep most of the time barefoot and I'd sneak up to the edge of the couch or the floor wherever they were laying.. Id ge... as close to their soles as possible without my nose touching them but close enough that I could smell the foot musk.. I got an erection instantly.. Most of the time Id hump the carpet while sniffing but on occasion I would actually pull my dick out and rub it.. As I got older this fetish got stronger and stronger but obviously I wasnt k**. Dragoons wuz not really cavalry. They wuz just heavily armed infantry, defined as carryin' a couple of single-shot flintlock pistols in saddle holsters an' a spear that they liked ta call a lance. Ya might git a charge from them when they first met the enemy. Then they would try ta use their spears an' "hoss pistols," but they would dismount an' fight as regular infantry soon after that. I figured that they would be on foot by the time we had ta fight them, an' that wuz all ta the good as far. My hands behind your back expertly unclasp your thin black bra, the familiar straps falling to your sides you as I slip them from your golden shoulders. The pressure of your breasts against my chest holds the bra in place briefly, until I pull back momentarily, and the bra too falls to the floor unnoticed, your breasts again against me, free from their constraints.Knowing that this time is yours, rather than ours, you make no move, but stand there in mute willingness, only glancing briefly. The kiss was chaste, motherly. Regardless, I throbbed behind my jeans, and feeling her soft palm cup my cheek didn't help my libido none. "Be good, will you?" she said "I will," I told her, smiling. I watched her leave, admiring the way her hips shifted in her form fitting khakis, and waited a few moments before I quietly shut my door and fell back against it. I inhaled deeply, and let out a long, tension-filled breath. I wanted to masturbate, to rip my jeans open and stroke myself.