“I was waiting for dinner, if you must know,” Porter groused, using one of Zeb’s cantankerous ploys to cover his confusion and instant anxiety. ...fter his confrontation with the priests, he had not slept well. “For whom are you waiting?”“Apparently for you,” the man replied giving Porter and his new bow a once over.Porter stood up and dropped his unused arrow back in its quiver. The man was dressed in brown leathers and carried a sword and a bow across his back. A plain dagger hung from his. Had very beautiful feet. He feet were about size 7. I've always dreamed about worshiping her feet ever since i realized I had a foot fetish. So one day i'm walking up the street to her house in hopes to talk to her about a party that I had planned on having later in the year. I get there, I ring the doorbell, and she answers. Hey Justin, (not my real name) how are you? I told her I was doing fine and my purpose for the visit. After about 30 seconds of conversation I told her it was extremely. She kept cumming and cumming and her seed was all over my face, my hair, my eyes and lips it was everywhere and I loved it. I had no idea I could be such a little cum slut.Once she was done Jenny put her skirt back on and without saying a word walked in to the bathroom. I was thinking she was getting me a towel as I had cum all over my face and dripping down on to my cock. I didn't think it was possible someone could shoot that much cum. Jenny walked out of the bathroom the skirt and black. That would make for a nice sticky pair.Thinking about my son just kindled the fire that was burning in me. That afternoon delight was only the beginning of a very good night of sex.+++++After that incident in the kitchen with dad I paid a lot more attention to mom. It might have been my imagination but I thought that I was catching more glimpses of her coming out of the shower, of her bras, and even of her panties.Mom had bought some new skirts but she never wore them out of the house even.