A Strange Relationship ... Reloaded
(Published on Friday, November 19, 2005)
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Remember Allison? My favorite friend? The Milla Jovovich lookalike?

How could you not forget?!? ... especially if you were one of those people in the chat forum here who kept telling me to go ahead and marry this chick.

Okay ... She's still in my life, she still loves my company and my conversation, she still has no problem with me calling in the wee hours of the night asking if I can stay over her house, and when I do, she still leaves her bedroom door wide open and her bed covers off of her painted toes, ready for me to come in and unload on them, and of course, she still doesn't require me to wipe my cum off of them when im finished.

... but since the I wrote the first part of this story, there is a LOT more to add.

Months ago, 2' o clock on a Saturday morning while I was in her bedroom finishing up an orgasm on her toes, I came up with an idea to treat her out to a new breakfast house that had just opened up nearby, just as a way of saying thanks. This became a normal ritual, and I made sure to take her to different places only because I lived in an area with hundreds of  restaurants. Whenever my penis and my semen touched her feet, she could look forward to breakfast the next day. Just me being appreciative. And she had no problem with it at all ... Since she got to play along with me as I traveled the county, and the city too in my brand new Toyota Avalon (or her brand new Jeep) in search of the best french toast.

Sometimes we'd come back out for lunch, and then even dinner after that (only on weekends). And we had our normal usual dialogue. And after the bill was paid, we'd always find something to occupy our time all the way until past midnight, when the time came to head home for a good nights sleep, and a good coating of semen on my road dawg's ten little red piggies.

All of this love and appreciation I showed toward Allison had some kind of effect on her because if I unintentionally wake her up while I'm down there, she'll rub her toes over and under my penis until I cum. Once I'm finished she'll get up and give me a kiss on the cheek, she'll pull me down on to the bed for me to sleep next to her. Nowadays, I don't sleep on the couch any more, just on the foot of her bed. She has even started painting designs on her big toes and making sure her feet are curled one over the other when she is sleeping, things that coincidentally arouse me even more, and consequently cause me to maturbate harder.

There's probably more to come, but wait for my next and final installment, "The Final Chapter." And for those of you who pestered me about it, she and I have been talking about marriage. All I can say is that engagement looks likely.

I know now that I have been blessed. Leave comments.