" What?" I asked."You can't understand, Michael," Elizabeth told me. "You've never been different."I wouldn't have been able to talk if Kameron had no... slowed down her stroking of my dick. "I don't get it." We still act in certain ways," Elizabeth said. "But there's nothing behind it. Your pheromones are juicing Kameron's behavior. This is more real than anything she has done for a long time!" What does it feel like?" I asked Kameron. Pushing against her hands, I rubbed the tip of my dick on. And it was now hard, the blue head shining in the dim light.When I had gulped most of my wine, I reached down and took the end of my cock between my fingers finding precum to massage around the head. I rubbed this around to get my self more excited and then took the shaft into my hand and stroked. When I looked up, the husband and wife masturbating, his wife with a dildo moving in her well-lubed cunt, her pussy lips big and thick, wrapping themselves around the dildo. The husband was matching. He had beautiful high arched wide feet. Perfect toes clean and strong and young. I sat back, and placed my foot on the seat again, between his legs, this time I made sure my foot (I had removed my shoes, Chinese style) rested against the lump of young teen boy dick.He couldn't pull back any further in the seat, he had to keep his naked legs spread, so he sat there in fear whimpering his eyes begging me to please leave him alone. Now with my toes, I nudged and worked his fuck lump and saw tears. Stepping into the house, Brooke was immidatly handed a mug of cold beer. She sighed. Brooke didn't really drink, but she figured it was all right, being prom night and all. She downed it. Withen seconds, she began to feel drowsy. The room swirled in a multicolored haze, and went black. Brooke awoke slightly cold. A breeze had wafted across her nipples, making them harden. Brooke slowly came to the attention that she was naked. She tried to sit upright, but a rough feeling rope secured her hands.