I want to share cigarettes and coffee, watch old movies and hold hands in parks. I want somebody to touch my cheek and tell me they love me, and mean ...it with everything that they are. I want hugs that last for hours until we both fall asleep. I want kisses that make me feel so much I could cry. And I do cry thinking about it, this love I’ll probably never have. You’ve always told me that love must be like a hurricane, sweeping away everything safe and leaving you exposed, with only trust. She places her sole on my tongue, moving it forward and backward on my tongue, brushing her sole upon my tongue, ?That’s it clean my sole Slave!?, meanwhile I fell my cock has remained alone, after a few minutes I of tasting the sole of my Mistress, I feel a soft gentle touch upon my still hard cock, unmistakably it’s the fishnet stockings stroking my cock up and down, slowly her whole foot moving up and down on my cock. Her foot leaves my cock and starts climbing up, just as her other foot. She was in her room.”“Come on champ. I snuck by around 2, and she wasn’t there. I thought my son picked up where I left off huh…”Damn. I contemplated telling him about Tom but decided to reserve that card for another time. I went along with it, hoping to stir some of that horniness in him seeing that it was the first time we were alone since our new found freedom.“Okay, you got me. I was horny and I told her to come over after you guys went to bed.”“That’s my boy. How was it?”“Loose, wet and. If was fascinating to watch Mark suck off Mike. He would lick Mike from balls to cockhead and back. Mike seemed to really like it when Mark would run the tip of his tongue all around the rim of his cockhead. Mark must have swallowed two-thirds of Mikes cock when he would wrap his lips around Mikes cockshaft and bob his head up and down. Mark stopped stroking his own cock and used his hand to hold and fondle Mikes balls. I liked it when I saw Mark suck each of Mikes nuts into his mouth. Mike.