I spread my legs and leaned forward, leaning on the sink.I took my time to apply the gel on my rosette, savoring this freshness. Then I also applied g...el on my plug, making these gestures as a ritual.Then I slowly stroked the rosette with the plug and pushed it down slowly into my ass ...As it was a bit bad, I came out, added gel on my rosette, pushing my finger slightly, and I started the game again: push a little plug, out, push it again a a little deeper, savoring the moment when the widest. But because it was in high class area in town our free time mostly spent inside houses, our house , friends or sometimes families. I had three vey close friend and 2 of them were our next doors( x right door y left door) . I was a taller boy as my same ages my skin was white very soft no hair in body and face and I wasn't skinny k**. In age of 7 after school I used to go to their home for playing and spending time until my mother come back from work. x had a big brother who was 5 years bigger. ”“Wow!” said Barbara. Georgia nodded in agreement.Georgia led Barbara to the elevators and up two floors. Once they got to walking, Barbara realized that whatever pretensions the estate had to be an ancient Southern mansion were just that, pretensions. The place was large and modern, with any number of modern touches that were never seen in the pre-Civil-War south, and none of the add-ons that modified an older home for newer times. Still, the building had a very fine air conditioning system,. Jennifer must have known a footman before, because she knew what to do. She rubbed her feet all over his face. Slowly and gently, she would slide a toe or two into his mouth and then remove them quickly. John was dying. He was mumbling “more, more, more please!”John was in heaven. He could feel his hardening cock pushing even more so against his underwear. It was uncomfortable, even a bit painful but he didn’t dare touch them for fear of losing this amazing gift. Jennifer’s feet tasted so good..