What did this all point to? Discussions with the advisor laid the groundwork for Greg to realize some other things about himself. His eye fordetail wa...s actually part of a penchant he had for perfectionism which hehad been repressing. The anxiety of being a wallflower in high school andfailing in college had held Greg back from living up to his potential. Theonly sign of this underlying personality trait was the close attention heconstantly paid to his own appearance. You would never see Greg. Mike knew it, too. He was already familiar with the look I get in my eyes and the way my breathing changes. He stopped frowning and a small grin started to appear.Uh-oh, I knew that look. He was going to make me earn my release. I could almost see the thoughts churning around in his mind."Okay, horny girl, come here.” He beckoned me to stand in front of him. He shrugged out of his snowsuit, opened his jeans and pulled out his semi-erect cock. "How about a little love for him since you almost. Just about every inch of my skin was covered in dry flaky cum except for the places where my skin folded over onto itself or made a crevice of some sort. In those spots, the cum was still very much in liquid form. And there was a lot of it. Not that I hadn’t seen myself covered in semen before. I had, many many times, but being the experienced cheating slut that I am I was always careful to clean up the evidence of my insatiable cocklust so that my husband wouldnt...oh shit! My husband! The. Aunt Polly and I were thrown together by the fortunes of fate on a cold winter day that cut right through to the bone whilst standing on a snow-covered station platform. I am not in the habit of talking to members of the opposite sex without a proper introduction and the likelihood of my engaging in conversation with a well-behaved female in a public forum was certainly close to nil. This accurate account of my persona makes our meeting highly unlikely and I must accord it the well-deserved.