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“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel more comfortable?” Jacob asked when he was finished caring for my injury.

“Well, you can massage my feet!” I said, jokingly.

“Okay,” replied, and before I could protest, he began rubbing my slightly sore soles. It felt so good that I decided to let him keep it up!

He was so tender when touching my twisted ankle, but he worked deep the muscles all around. As he hit the pressure points on my soles, I couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure! Even more so as he began moving his way up to my calves. My husband had never rubbed my feet like this and I was really enjoying it!

After tenderizing my calves, Jacob continued up my legs, massaging my knees and then the outside of my thighs. I was almost lost in a world of my own, as my legs felt better than they had for a long time. It wasn’t until he inched his way up the inside of my thighs and up my denim shorts that I came back to reality. Here was a teenaged boy who had just touched the hem of my panties!