Your breathing is shallow, regular, I hear you sigh softly as you hear my hands rubbing together warming the oil. I turn to face away from your head a...nd take your foot in my hands as I start. My hands around it, moving my thumbs from your heel to the ball, pushing with my thumbs against the smooth skin, my fingers on the top of your foot working in between the bones they find there. This goes on for a few minutes until I feel the tension finally gone from your foot, then my fingers slowly. . Not my first few dates, but after that, pretty much most of them. Certainly, all of them with your father were pretty happy.”“How old were you when you, well, you know...” asked Andrew, stumbling over the words.“Popped my cherry?” she asked in a whisper. Her eyes were twinkling. “Probably younger than either of you two. I was fifteen, just turned fifteen, in fact.” Her eyes got a distant look to them as she remembered back over the years.“And?” Andrew asked but only because he opened his. He led us into the house where his girlfriend, Claire, was on hand with a nice chilled glass of wine. Dinner was fantastic. We all got along so well and after quite a few drinks I really started to relax. I starred at James across the table. I couldn’t help it. Even though I knew he was forbidden, he was everything I wanted in a man – sexy, strong but gentle, kind, funny and so caring. He caught my eye and smiled shyly as if he knew how I felt. I lifted my foot and gently stroked his thigh,. I stood naked infront of a sitting Charlotte and my right hand took hold of my cock near the base, my fingers wrapped around my shaft. Charlotte looked up at my cock with a mixture of wide eyed amazement, embarrassment and asked.“Why is your wilily hard like that?”“Because you are my girlfriend, you are very pretty. When a boy likes a girl he gets hard like this. And when it’s hard like this it’s called a cock. And when my cock is like this I wank it like this.” I slowly started to stroke the.