Since I was little mom would come home from work kick off her shoes and ask me to rub her feet for her. She knew I had a foot fetish and that I always...enjoyed touching and rubbing her feet for her. I would rub her feet for an hour or so and by that time I would have such a woody I would go to my room and jerk off and most everytime I would use a pair of her nylons to do that with.I would always imagine what her nylon feet would feel like on my bare cock as I stroked. So this one friday night. I smiled and> started to undo the buttons on your shirt. You sat there and didn’t move. Was it because I was doing something I had told you we couldn’t do or where you simply scared I was just going to disappear? Well whatever it was i smiled and finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled you close. "There’s nothing to fear. This is another dream so we can do whatever we want. Whatever you want." I said to her, in a soft voice. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close and moved closer to. I liked this way because I had complete control over the penetration. Anal is decidedly different and the abrupt forcefulness that some guys used starts the whole process off on a more painful first step. This allowed me the ability to achieve the same ultimate goal but in a far more satisfying way. For his first time Tom wasn’t caring how it was being accomplished, just that it was.I told him he was going to enjoy the tightness of this hole and when the head of his cock popped through my. Pastor George arrived as the women were exiting the van. ‘Your excitement is showing’ Louise said to her husband, as she looked at the bulge in his pants. They all gathered around the hors d’oeuvres to plan the evening’s strategy. The deacon’s arrived on time and they were each introduced to Barbara and Jeremy. The chairs had been set in a semicircle facing the screen in fellowship hall. Another row of chairs was in front of the screen, for the women who used to work at the strip club. Pastor.