(Picture: Cameraboy's fingers for scale. To answer the quest..

(Picture: Cameraboy's fingers for scale. To answer the question: How big are they?) Gather around everyone, Miss Michelle has another tale from the past to share with you! Feel free to stroke while you follow along! :) I had been spending time volunteering at an establishment that specialized in keeping students off the "streets" after school. Being an 18yo Senior with dreams and aspirations I took the opportunity to get something on my resume and help some people because I could. A fellow same age senior had all been doing the same thing there for the entire year so far. I had at some point decided he was cute and that I wanted him to touch my feet really badly. I had been trying to subtly get him to massage my feet for months, with 0 luck at all. He seemed to be much more concerned with his tasks and oblivious to my flirting entirely. I would "accidentally" leave my flip flops in places I knew he would find them and "accidentally" touch him with my toes and a few times my soles. No reaction in his pants at all. I was beginning to get frustrated but also felt respect for his dedication to his tasks. After a while of no luck with him, a new same age same grade volunteer began. While Mr. Hardwork was distracted one day I decided to see if I could get a reaction out of Mr. New. Finally, my dirty footgirl desires would be answered! He had training as a lifeguard so it was in his little look out office thing I would strike. Setting things up, I left my flip flops in the look-out box. Only returning to get them once about 15 minutes had passed and Mr. New didnt bring them to be like Mr. Hardwork always would from his area. I noticed they had been slightly disturbed from where I had left them. Walking in I say hello and slip them back on quickly, sitting in the chair across from him with my feet playfully flapping my shoes. I pretend to be excited to have found my shoes and ask if they "behaved" for him. He replied, "Yes, would babysit again." in a very memey fashion. It was then I noticed his pants had become disturbed compared to how they looked earlier in the day. Feeling bold and desperate at this point, I ask: "I have a few pairs that could use babysitting, maybe I should just leave them here?" While pointing my toes toward him, showing my shoes again. He replies that he is fine with that and adds that my shoes dont even smell bad. It was at this moment I knew I had him and would be able to strike soon. I hope you liked Part One of this History Tale! Unfortunately, I have to begin teaching here in a minute and don't have time to write the rest right now. Part 2 will be arriving around Monday! PS: I'm hoping to get J the Cameraman this weekend for some naughty video for you! :D