a story about me and not my sister

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a story about me and not my sisterMy life is a bad start, already at the age of 6 I i was in c***d homes because of a difficult family situation. Until I was 13 I have lived in five different boarding schools and in foster care. While during the time I lived in the foster home, my guardian to arrange was that I could live at home, only then my mother died.Janet, 20 years older than me (not my sister, because we can’t talk about i****t), Janet, decided to take care of me and take me into her family. She was married and had a son by four at the time. Her husband was an international truck driver and was often days, sometimes weeks away. The following happened when I was just 15.Thursday night was the night that Janet and I often watched together on the couch to a serie called “Dallas”. She heard in the afternoon that her husband would stay the weekend in southern Germany in connection with a cargo for the return trip. She already was without him for ten days because he did not see the weekend before even though it was not home.Janet had worked all day, she did the administration with an insurance company and was wearing what was quite common, boots, tights, a skirt just above the knees, a tight sweater and a short jacket. She looked good, and watching her excited tuzla escort me. Especially her legs and curves in her tight sweater.She was late today. We ate dinner, I helped her with cleaning the dishes, then she had to do some ironing, and then put her son Peter to bed. She was tired. It was a busy period in the office and she worked over often 2 sometimes 3 hours.I was already sitting on the couch with a drink and it was not long before Dallas began. As has happened often the program started a bit late. Janet took her boots off, rubbing her feet and sat beside me on the couch lifted her legs so I had a clear view of her thighs.She turned. Rob, would you do me a favour? I looked at her. What can I do for you Janet? Rob, my feet hurt, you might want to massage it, and she stretched her legs and put her legs on my lap. I got pretty hot. I looked at her legs and could even look up her skirt. I took her foot in my hand and began to knead it gently. Go ahead Rob, do it a bit stronger. Dallas began.I had never touched her. There fantasized about … oh yes very often.I could not really look at Dallas and massaged her feet. Rob, do you want to massage my legs a bit, it feels so good that you do.Because she moved her legs I felt them go over my lap, with the reaction that tuzla escort bayan my cock began to grow and soon became hard. I was hoping she had not noticed it.I grabbed her foot, stroking it and ran my hand over her calf. She lifted her foot and put her foot on my lap right at my erection. Her knee was a little bent, and she looked at me, not to the TV. Rob, so you can easily massaged my calf, but gentle like, my calves are already sensitive.I moved my hand over her leg, stroking her foot, shin and calf and squeezed it gently. Through these movements of my hands moved her foot on my erection. Wait Rob she told me, she raised her hips and pulled her skirt over her hips. So this is better, Rob, would you continue?I looked at her, her long legs, then her tight sweater. I stroked her calf and let slip through my hand on her knee. I looked at her and saw day her eyes were closed. I let my hand go over her thighs and back.Then I noticed was her foot gently up and down and I felt that she was stroking my dick. I snapped out of my pants. I felt uneasy, but also so excited. I continued to caress her legs, hoping that it would not stop her foot.Her breathing went faster and I saw her hands over her belly, she kept her eyes closed. I went with one hand on her knee between escort tuzla her legs on her thigh as she ran her hand between her legs and came a long sigh from her lips. She opened her eyes. Rob, you do not want to take off your pants? I almost exploded when she said that.She pulled her legs up, stood up and took her skirt off. I stood up and pulled my pants off but left my underpants.Rob, sit on the opposite of me, facing me and let your legs lay against my legs.She sat down again and pressed her feet against my hard cock and started stroking my cock with her toes. She stroked the inside of her own legs and slipped her hand into her panties.She moaned, and started fingering herself.My cock still in my underpants, perched between her feet, she moved her feet and I moaned with her. I could not get enough of her legs in her pantyhose and fondled them where it could.Her hand went faster and faster and for the first time I saw a woman who had an orgasm …. How beautiful. I felt that I was cumming too and filled, loud moaning, my underpants with my sperm. We both moaned after and looked at each other but said nothing.Janet took her hand and licked her fingers. She got up and walked away. I got up took my pants and went to the bathroom. Janet was here, pulled her panties off. She heard me. Rob, go to bed, it’s late and tomorrow you have to go to school. I said nothing, just goodnight Janet. Turned around and went to my room where I after long dreamed about what happened that night.

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