alildawgy2021: MB 3Reluctantly I moved on the floor to the front of Mrs. Blumental, knowing it was n
alildawgy2021: MB 3Reluctantly I moved on the floor to the front of Mrs. Blumental, knowing it was now impossible to look at her feet unnoticed or rub my stiffy at the carpet.Mrs. Blumental watched me with a stern look on her face until I started doing my homework in front of her.After some minutes she crossed her legs, leaned forward and touched her foot.Mrs. Blumental stroke her own foot and I couldn’t control myself I had to watch “secretly”.My willy hardened again and I wanted to rub it but I didn’t dare to do it knowing I wasn’t allowed to.I wanted to touch, kiss her soft, smooth looking beautiful foot.I was eager Mrs. Blumental would touch me with her foot. Maybe place it on my back or my face or step on me.Suddenly Mrs. Blumental looked up and caught me watching her doing.I blushed but she smiled down at me.I was wondering what that meant. Was ist okay I was adoring her feet?Maybe Mrs. Blumental was flattered I adored her feet.Maybe it was “normal” for a boy to adore her feet.With a strange look on her face Mrs Blumental commanded me in a strange tone to finish my homework so I could be successful in life, grow up and find me a good woman.Of course I started doing my homework immediately. After some minutes we heard my mom’s keys at the front door.I rushed to get up with my homework and Mrs. Blumental commented that it wasn’t so hard babysitting me and I nodded somehow happy I had pleased her.She continued suggesting she could do again if I wanted, maybe at her place someday.My heart skipped and I hurried to assure Mrs. Blumental I would ask my mom.-> MB 4 -- source link