Pity. ;) Here's one that is:Just to give you some idea of what I'm talking about. The other day I met up with a former foster-raised guy who is now in... college. We talked about the "good ol' days" and all the things we did as a family together. My former wife was a huge fan of spoiling the c***d and not sparing the rod so to speak. I couldn't help but think about him and her as my cock twitched in my jeans. He said he was feeling it too as his girlfriend hadn't given him any in almost two weeks.. We have fresh water and cloths in the living space and I’ll wash your shoe for you out here. You can relax on our bed/bench while it dries. I’d rather leave the scent outside, if you don’t mind being barefoot for an hour.”I didn’t see the harm, so I agreed. Too bad I wasted so much time polishing my shiny black shoes. Sam led me to the surprisingly spacious living area and began washing my foot. He took off my other shoe and sock so I could lie back on the bench and put both my feet in his lap.. He had never brought the subject up with her, and so didn't know what her reaction to it would be. It wasn't something he let trouble him, at any rate, as there were plenty of women to keep him busy.This day he had taken off, partly since it was the last day of the month and partly because he had just been in a funk lately. Kim was upstairs in her room, having a well deserved afternoon nap, when Caleb heard his front door open. This didn't concern him much; as he knew only Kim or another. Such a wonderful lady!Her bed didn't bang on the wall and didn't squeak either.BELLANAMama and Papa were so understanding! Feeling and talking with them left no possibilities for misunderstandings among us. So long as we behaved respectably in public, kept our grades and attitudes up, Lucia and I would have free rein to pursue our loves.We bounced around the Media Center a bit, checked out some of the shops on First Street then headed back to Janet's place.We glommed on to some sodas, snuggled.