The next day my foster mother gets me to agree to do the same thing with my new foster father. She then went down to the end of the table and began to massage my feet. Porn I could feel my feet trying to push into the table to grip and hold so I could move better against her fingers, but honestly I’m not sure anything I did mattered as she seemed to know just how to rub me there to where it felt. Then it felt really strange as she begin to work her finger over and over at the hole. Suddenly I felt very open to her and then I felt her rub there like nothing I could have imagined.
