Step Mom's Soft Creamy Soles Waiting for a Massage When Dad's Not Home

I waited until his dad left for work and then I grabbed my phone. Come rub my feet. That's all I sent. A minute later he walked into my room and found me exactly how I wanted him to, lying on my tummy on my bed, soft, sexy, wrinkled soles up and waiting. No words needed, I let my soles do all the talking and he got the message loud and clear! He always gets so quiet when he's massaging them, like he's hyper fixated on the pretty perfection that are these soles of mine. And like always, I can feel how intentional his touch is. Loving, thankful, meaningful. But in that touch I can also feel exactly how much he wants to do more.Wonder how long his lips can hold out this time?