Its so cold that I can feel my nipples poke through my bra, my t-shirt, and my coat. I begin the walk home. But as I get to the edge of the parking lo...t, I hear a car pull up behind me. Its a classic BMW, something from the 70's, it looks like. Its small. To my surprise, the guy behind the wheel leans over and opens the door on my side. Its you. You're almost unrecognizable in the dark, in your beanie and scarf and gloves and thick coat, the lights from the dashboard glinting on your glasses.. You can't tear your eyes off of my half bare feet, with their nice olive tan and big, square toes. Thick, manly toes that you'd die to set your lips on, I know it.Every time I stretch out my legs in the aisle between our desks, or dangle my flip-flop by my toes while the professor talks, I can see you salivating over there, hanging on my every action just like you were. Dangling from my big toe.Today, I've decided to put your torture to an end. You show up to my apartment in the afternoon,. .."Dave grinned at Frank, "Ah, but Tina's a pretty little thing. And just what does Margaret have to say?"Frank sighed. "She says that Tina is the one. She had me kiss her while standing just outside the door." And ... did your pheromones get into the act?" Dave asked."Well, I don't know. I didn't intentionally do anything like that." Frank, cut the bullshit, and tell us what happened," Jeff said, a smirk on his face."It felt almost like a shock when I kissed her. It ... the kiss lasted for. She made her hand into the shape you use when you pantomime someone talking and slid her fingers – slippery with her own juices - onto my cock, the thumb on top and her fingers underneath. Her fingers rubbed up and down the big vein on the underside of my cock, like a woman's vagina does when she's riding you reverse-cowboy style. It was almost like fucking, the sensations were overwhelming.She brought my attention to her face as she continued to stroke me. “Look in my eyes, little one,” she.