Remember the level of arousal you told me you experienced after the first time I held your oil covered feet at my crotch and rubbed my cock over and b...tween them?I remember that so well! Feeling your ten little toes, also having been generously coated with oil, wiggle against my balls and over the length of my rod as I enjoyed the eroticism of 'foot fucking' you is a sensation I know I want to enjoy again.Then there's the shapeliness of your calves and thighs that not only gave me a lot of. The next thing I knew – in what felt like a fraction of a second – his toes had moved up my legs, over my thighs and they were probing me. I hadn’t shaved ‘down there’ in a while and I could feel the friction of his toes rubbing me. By now I was feeling extremely horny and it was a bizarre feeling because it was like it was happening to someone else. I was leaning back in the chair as I like to arch my back when aroused and I was u*********sly opening my legs as wide as I could. I felt light. No, not the hundred dollar bill, Cheryl. In her bikini. Yes, she looked very good. Kind of short, medium-length blond hair, nice figure with, oh, I don't know all the boob sizes. Let's just say, they look just right, um, like half a grapefruit, maybe. But sure sexier than grapefruits. Oh, yeah.So, I would always take a look out our kitchen window when the weather is nice and this particular summer day, she was stretched out on a chaise.Whenever I spot her outside, I try to sneak out the back. I contemplated suicide. I even wrote a suicide note, took out the carving knife from the drawer, and pressed it against my wrist. At that point I realized I needed help, psychiatric medical help, and quickly."I went to the institute. Went through the rigmarole of admissions. A nurse came and got me, led me to a change room. She held open the curtain and told me to undress, take everything off, including my panties. Down the hall was a doctor's office. He gave me a complete exam including.