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Footjob Jenny
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This is a real story. It contains little to no sex. If you’re looking for a sexy story to get your rocks off. You might consider skipping this one..

It was during my time in Salt Lake, living as a hobo, I was practically homeless. I had been there for several months already, and seen most stuff there is to see downtown, and also some other places. The Rice-Eccles Stadium, The Foothills, Temple Square with the temple, the tabernacle, the visitor center, and the conference center, where an older gentleman had given me a private tour, since no other people had showed up at that time. And I’d been in Ogden, a city just a one-hour-ride up north, which also had a library and a Rescue Shelter, where you could get food, and sleep for a couple nights.

Then One night i relocated to Provo, which was about a one-hour bus ride to the south. It is a big mormon student town, with BYU university, the most important mormon university, apart from BYU idaho and BYU hawaii. I made new friends there, and they let me stay in their apartment for a while. They were very sociable and as I found out later, also black sheep of their respective families, that had gotten into contact with d**gs, law enforcement and police. But at that time I didn’t know of any of that, since I was, and still am, an overly trusting person. It was just two or three blocks south of the big Railway line, that runs east to west around 1000South in Provo, that’s where they had their house. They had an old ford bronco standing in the driveway that needed fixing, cause the motor was blown and coldn’t generate any real pull. but it ran. It was basically one guy in his late twenties, a solar scorpio, who was constantly changing jobs, at that time he worked at an italian restaurant franchize nearby as a cook. But he would often be in between jobs, or get fired, cause he had a temper. it wouldn’t show often, but when it showed, it showed. They had a dog who was friendly, i can’t remember the name or what breed, but probably knee-high, and needed to go out at times, to do his business and walk a bit. There was another guy living there too, in his late 30s, can’t remember his name, or exactly what he looked like. But a legit guy. Very gentle, slightly balding, and athletic shape. Then there were these two girls, that they sometimes had over during the evenings. I think i can only remember seeing them 2 or 3 evenings at all. Their names were Shannon and Jenny. Shannon was a peroxide blonde, rather small, tomboy figure, wearing a short dress, that reminded a bit of “american graffiti” and the wild days of rock n’ roll. She was so sexy that you could hardly look at her, without getting a boner and looking like a creep. It was obvious she was a slut, and had a lot of guys on speed dial, to drive her places, do stuff together, canlı bahis siteleri or probably get down with, if you know what I mean.. The other girl was a wee bit taller, a wee bit more chubby, with a more solid face, but also pretty, even tho not a total knockout like Shannon. She mostly sat on the sofa, and was talking with either one of us.. In those days I was a little bit (well, actually more than a little bit) of a street preacher, and firmly believed it was my duty to instruct certain lost souls, and you wouldn’t believe all the people I met during those 6 month or so, and all the different things we talked about. It was people from all walks of life, from absolute paupers to bankers and the very rich. Anyway that evening, the main guy (Rich) and me (the guy whose name the house ran under, and who made the decisions) were again in a little flurry, cause i felt like God was telling me repeatedly, that i had to tell him that he should stop the womanizing. Which he had said before, would not happen. “I am a whore, deal with it”.. I hated these moments, but couldn’t do anything about it, cause at that point in my life, if I refused to convey the messages i would have severe internal or physical pain, or was just so full of conviction, that the whole thing felt even worse, than adressing the unpleasant issue.. I remember it very clearly. Nowadays it is no longer like that, and I am very happy about it. So I had told Rich, that premarital sex was not ok, and he just would have none of it, watching tv, and telling me again and again, i should stop trying to waste my time. In hindsight I know it was god talking, because now, many years after these events, i was able to look him up on facebook, and what he’s doing now, and how his life turned out, and there seem to be nothing but problems, bad company, a cocaine habit, repeated stints in and out of jail for possession and trafficking, and other charges. So I am convinced the “message” to convey was not something that was just a product of my fantasy… but anyway.. back then, Rich still looked like a hotshot from around the block. made a little bit of money, had some friends to party with.. like Shannon and Jenny.. and party they did..
One evening, they would put on sexy slowdance music, and turned the whole flat into kindof a club, with vodka shots, dimmed lights, and a groovy atmosphere..
Shannon was leaning with her elbows onto the dinner table, slowly moving her delicious slender ass, Rich stood behind her and kept rubbing her butt cheeks under her sexy polkadot dress. I think she also wore a headband to round up that 50s outfit and it looked incredible… Rich and Shannon were making out, and the atmosphere was sweaty and heavy… Then out of nothing, Jenny who sat on the sofa, asked me to come to her, she wanted to talk tipobet giriş to me. Which was the first time, cause i normally didn’t socialize with women. The only time I had seen women do anything fancy, in all these 6 months, was when I was riding the trax up to the university of utah, to this big round event center, where the U of U gymnastics team was having a home event. A woman standing outside gave me her ticket, saying they had one left over, and I could have it. That was incredible. And the gymnastics show was really getting my blood pumping, with all those sexy young girls, showing off in such acrobatic fashion…

So Jenny asked me to sit with her, and i did. And in retrospect I think she was as big of a slut as Shannon, it just showed in her face, she had quite some mileage, or experience, but not in a bad way. She was very friendly and curious, and began to ask me all sort of questions, what I would do all during the day, and what I believed, and stuff like that…
And at some point, when Rich and Shannon were already making out, and he just kept nibbling her neck, and stroking her delicious ass through that polkadot dress, Jenny also got in the mood, and said “let me take care of your feet, they must be hurting, if you do nothing all day but walk up and down the city”.. and i said “no way, they’re all smelly and sweaty and stuff”, cause they really were. but she didn’t even care at all. she told me to take my boots off, and the thick socks too, which I did.. then she told me to put both my feet into her lap. Which i also did. The whole thing felt like in a dream, due to the loaded atmosphere created by RIch and Shannon, that already reeked of sex. Even tho he told me the day later, he and Shannon didn’t have sex that night, which I believe him. So my whole “admonition” wasn’t completely in vain, even tho in hindsight, it was a futile, and also quite hypocritical thing to do.. Anyway, Jenny had taken out her favourite lotion from her handbag, no clue what it was, but it smelled nice, and aromatic, and had dowsed my entire feet in the lotion, and her hands too… everything was now slippery like a fish.. And in the dark room, with only some neon lights, to the sound of this incredible music, she began working my feet, giving me the most thorough foot massage i have received in my life, up to date. She was working the base of the foot (the sole), the top of it, the heel, each part individually, and as far up as the shins and the calve muscles on the back of the leg… the toes she would work too, each of them individually, under her skillful hands.. All the time there was a music playing, that I didn’t know, but found to be incredibly sexy, thats why i could never forget this whole evening, and “Footjob Jenny”… The music i found only years and years after, tipobet güvenilir mi by complete coincidence, as it played on the radio, and immediately i had to go online to see which song the station was playing, and it turned out it was “Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd”.

So I sat there with Footjob Jenny, and she gave me this incredible foot massage, and that was really the most incredible thing she could do for me at that given point, because like I said, in that season I was a rebel street prophet, and sex was totally out of the question.. Not that I struck up some conversations with women here and there, but given my social standing, that was a rarity, and most were polite, but that was it. Only months or years later I realized that in the bible there also was a similar event, where a woman had massaged the feet of Jesus, dowsing it with expensive nard oil, and rubbed it with her hair. Well, the hair-rub was something Jenny had not given me, but the entire rest, strongly reminded me of this evening with “Footjob Jenny”.. Sometimes I am really surprised about all the crazy things God does in our lives.

A few days later Jenny and Shannon were back in the flat, but this time they were fighting about something I didn’t understand, probably a guy, or something else, either way, they suddenly were really angry at each other, and were shouting at each other, and at some point Shannon was pulling out a kife from the kitchen drawer, and threatened to stab Jenny. I don’t think she was being serious, but I think she was seriously under the influence. We were able to calm her down, and that same evening, they both left at some point.. A few Days later, I was also arrested at BYU, while checking my emails from a guest account, something I had been doing for almost 3 weeks regularly, cause after working for a few evenings at the local thrift store, I had finally gotten my own bike as payment, which was incredible, cause I had been walking up and down Salt Lake, and later Provo, for almost half a year by that time. With no bike. And public transport (Bus and TRAX) was only free in downtown Salt Lake. So I thus got arrested at BYU for something I never did, but what can you do, with no family there, no money, being in no fancy club, and most of all, not being a mormon, in fact, telling everyone that the mormon church is practically “of the devil”.. Of course they wouldn’t let that flow.. I got 3 months in County Jail, then was flown out, back to my own country.. I’ve never seen Shannon or “Footjob Jenny” ever again, not even their facebook pictures.. Rich, that was such a handsome young stud, now doesn’t loook like that anymore, he looks like he’s been through a meat grinder. I suspect he’s got a bit of a coke problem. I’ve never been back in America since. But know I will return one day. it is my destiny.

I could tell some more stories, about all the things i saw and encountered in Salt Lake, but they were not that kinky, and so I’ll leave it at this. This was the story of sexy Shannon, and her bestie, “Footjob Jenny”.. I hope you enjoyed it…

Peace…

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