His dad went upstairs, but we couldn’t really do much because he was home now.So we watched more of the show we picked out and we got a little flirt...tious. My boyfriend’s dog walked over and he started scratching her head, then he scratched my thigh a little bit. Then, he started rubbing his foot up and down my leg. Like I said before, I have a major foot fetish, so this was so hot. He has his foot under my pants and rubbing it up and down my slightly hairy legs. This lasted for a few minutes,. "Just under fifty kilometres", he said. The owner just smiled and gave him the spoon he would need, he took it and gave a nod and left. Just outside was a bench, the only one in the area, it was where he had locked his bike; he sat down and began to eat. It was just an automatic action, spoon to ice cream and then to mouth for his mind was struggling with the knowledge that he had to return to a toxic marriage, a marriage that was just held together under the understanding that it existed only. Connie drank hers on the sundeck. Frank went out on the front porch. Connie thought ‘I had so hoped Dad would agree to my plan, but he says he can’t.’ Connie down the rest of her drink and poured herself another. She mused over Frank’s response. She wondered ‘Maybe I can change his mind. Why can’t’ he? Is he unable to get it up? He seems healthy and his equipment looked okay on the Fourth of July when we all went skinny dipping in the lake.’ Connie sipped and thought some more. ‘Maybe he’s not. " We do not please you?" asked Chanda in her heavy Southeast Asian accent. "We do not meet your need for female flesh?"Contrasting Chanda's high voice with her deep sexy voice, Alexandra growled, "You sure about this one, Nick? She's a right bitch."Nick chuckled. "Oh I'm sure. I'm sure of her as I'm sure of humanity and its contrast of the self-involved and the compassionate." His eyes captured mine and Helena's and he winked again."What the fuck are you talking about, Nick?" asked a befuddled.