That even though theydidn't know it, everyone I knew talked to me that day while I had paintedtoes. I had lunch with Nicole from admissions, and Megh...n, anotherlibrarian, and was quietly amazed that neither seemed to think anythingwas different. Everything seemed different to me.The rest of the week proceeded much the same way. I didn't break intothe girlie bags, or my hidden box of heels again, but I also didn't takeoff the nail polish, and I shaved again, the feel of being smooth. It made her feel powerful. She knew she was weaving a different kind of magic. One that ran deep and spoke to the most basic needs of earth herself. She tugged at his t-shirt and pulled it off as he raised his arms, dropping it to the sand. Her eyes left his face and she bit her lower lip as she looked at him, hunger flaring in the pit of her stomach. Gods he was beautiful. Broad shoulders, chiseled chest…oh yes..and that perfect six pack. And all of it was hers. She sighed and ran her hands. Look how his ass is opening for you; work them into him now. That's it. Slide them in as deep as you can. Search out that walnut sized gland. Crook your fingers upward slightly. You can find it and once you do, begin to massage it. That's it. Watch his cock. Each time you massage it, he'll respond by ejaculating more seminal fluid. That my dear, is how you milk his prostate. He can cum and cum and cum that way. Milk it. That's it milk it. Make him crave your special attentions. Make him want to. ‘What could she possibly want?’ Ryn questioned while watching Kristin struggle her way through the throng of students in her teetering spiked heels and ridiculously short skirt. ‘No clue’, said Lily ‘but she’s extremely lucky that the school has heating…what the hell is she thinking wearing something like that in the middle of January?’ Indeed, not only was it January but it was January in Pennsylvania, not a bright idea. Then again, it was Kristin. Kristin skidded to a halt in front of the.