I was paralysed and didn’t know whether to stay or leave. Her sole covering my mouth and nose. I could breathe well enough, but it felt like my only...working senses were smell and vision, while the rest of my brain had stopped working. With every breath her foot smell was heavy inside my head. Held in that position, I was forced to keep looking directly at her. The dark nylon encased leg stretched out in a straight line from beneath my eyes down to her crotch. Her lifted legs had made her short. One day about a week ago, Bret was laying on his couch watching TV and I was over there at his request picking up after a weekend party. It always makes me mad when they come over and tell me to do something like that, but of course I would never say no. They are the kind of guys you love to hate but also want nothing more than a chance to suck their dicks too. So as I was cleaning, I could see over the couch that Bret had his dick out kind of stroking it and I tried to finish up without him. Her eyes laughed with her voice, head bouncing in animated conversation. Finally she closed the phone. "Tootie says bye. She'll ship your stuff tomorrow." Her green eyes fixed on mine. "You're not mad about this are you, baby?" No, it's not the first time I've done this sort of thing. We'll have fun." I paused. "Let's call the Hardesty's and see if we can put the band back together."Cindy giggled. "You make it sound like 'the Blues Brothers'." With more finesse. And our lead singer is sooooo. He does. On the couch. I take a pillow from the love-seat and put it onthe floor between his legs, which he's obligingly parted. He yanks downhis zipper, like he's going to take a pee. I back out of my sandals andkneel on the pillow.This is really happening, I can't help but comment to myself as a way ofslowing things down, making them seem more real because it otherwiseseems more like a dream. It is happening so fast it's hard to process,after so much cautious hesitation, sending and.