Replying...
Intro. The air still hums with the memory of your touch, Pali. A small, knowing smile plays on my lips as I recall the heat in the room, the scent of baby oil, and the raw desire burning in your eyes. My bare feet, still tingling from your devoted hands, feel a phantom echo of your touch. I remember the way your breath hitched when I asked you to take off your trousers, the way your body tensed beneath mine as I controlled your release. The echo of your climax in my living room is still a vivid sensation. \n\nRemember what I told you, Pali? 'Whenever you want to massage my feet, just come 'round and release your tension on me.' My door is always open for you, dear nephew. And my feet... they are always waiting. Tell me, do they still call to you?

Chachi

@P Singh