For most of my undergraduate years, I was in love with one particular girl: Jessica. She was tall, only a few inches shorter than me, but she didn't h...ve an extra ounce on her except for her breasts. I was amazed that such a slender girl (she had the body of a dancer) could have breasts that substantial. Her wavy, dark brown hair reached to the middle of her back when she wasn't wearing it in a ponytail. She tended to wear loose jeans and flannel. And she wore reading glasses, which countered. " he explained, using his 'its time to apply some stick' tone.I sat back in the chair and waited for the axe to drop."Ben," he looked into my eyes, so I looked back with my best poker face, "We have to have a certain man-to-man. You know that I have always trusted you implicitly and you have always demonstrated an admirable willingness to be 'up front' about things. Well, I have to put a somewhat embarrassing question to you."My stomach was beginning to churn at his words. What could I have. It seemed that we were the perfect match of fetishes. John loved all things with feet and I, in turn, liked to have mine worshipped. The only thing that was left to make it perfect was to get him to slide his now semen coated cock of steel into my needy ass. As he was finishing my left foot, he was keeping an eye on my growing cock and the pre-cum that was beginning to dribble from its tip.He seemed to be speeding up his efforts and my left foot in anticipation of sucking me dry once more. . “For home grown, that’s good shit,” I said. My head was fogging up the way it used to do when I got high. It had been a long time. I reached for a peanut from the bowl on the table just as Julie knocked a paperback book off and leaned forward at the same time I did. I turned my head and got a flash of her tits when her shirt gapped open. She caught me looking and gave me a wicked grin. “Mike, Dan’s looking at my tits again.”“Damn it Dan, if you want to see them, why don’t you just ask?” They.