All I can do is smile.Since I’m obviously easy, the man on the other side of me reached out and casually put his hand on my tit. When I smiled at hi... he lifted the crop top up over my tits and started squeezing and mauling me freely. The two young men who aren’t molesting me are making nasty comments and urging them on. All I can do is smile.The first man reached for my magazine and pulled it out of my hands. Then he lifted my little skirt and there were oohs and aahs. Well, not really. It was. He was wearing my jacket, and even hishair was cut in the same style as mine."Why?" I managed to ask weakly."You are asking why? You!" He almost screamed back at me. Then he tooka long breath, looked at my bandaged chest, and smiled cruelly beforecontinuing in a quiet voice. "Ever since you murdered our mother, I wasplanning to kill you." Mother?" I repeated in surprise."You don't even know? She donated marrow to you when you were sick. Andthen there was a complication, and she was dying in. Penis is out, and our warm bodies hug in peace. We talk for a while about all the things we missed telling each other on the phone, since we hadn't met each other for a long time. The hug serves to start another shag, and another, and by the end of the night we both tasted all the bodily fluids from each other, those bodily fluids we were not able to taste during this long leave.Her warm body is lying, ready to sleep, and she was happy. If sex made her happy, and I at that time I really loved. I didn’t even have a foot fetish. I handed her the remote.“I don’t know what to watch” I said. She scrolled threw a few titles and soon we came to an agreement. The movie was fine but not that interesting. Lily had seemingly fallen asleep. My eyes were once again reunited with the sight of her feet. They seemed delicate and well nourished. My curiousness got the better of me and my eyes started to wander up her legs. Her legs were ever so slightly apart. What was up underneath that bathrobe I.