Mrs. Jensen spotted a cute blouse on the wall, but even in her four inch heels she could not reach it. She stretched, grabbing the bottom and tugging ...n hopes it would slip off the hanger, but alas it did not. She was about to give up and ask an employee for assistance when she heard someone behind her."Need help with that?" came the voice from behind."Yes please that'd be great." she answered, turning around.Standing there was a very tall, very handsome young man. He reached out effortless and. Besides, I got to fuck her all the time; it only seemed fair.Trying to be the world's best boyfriend wasn't my only motive. I also was in some weird competition with her exes in my mind. Mac had been able to fuck her incredibly butch ex-girlfriends with a strap-on, so why not me? Sure, they didn't take it up the ass, but I don't have a vagina so my options seemed limited. If those ladies were man enough to get fucked by Mac wearing a strap-on, then so was I.Or so I thought. After I surprised. Bowing my head, my hair falling foreword, parting my lips to blow on the exposed nipple. Watching it pucker and rise again, harder than before. Shivering, feeling my skin tighten and gooseflesh spreads like wild fire across my exposed bosom.Leaning back against the sofa, just grinning into the camera, idly toying with my exposed nipple for him to watch, I watch him squirm sitting there. His face flushing, I could see the tendons in his neck more prominently than usual. His hand reaching up to. This day had been too long, too weary, just too much. He felt a pain in his chest.Thinking with his cock? That was true in a way, perhaps a bit more literally than Kathy had meant. He could not deny how many of his thoughts and dreams ultimately came from that direction.He undressed and lay down in the bed, chest still aching.How had his life ended up this way? Mitt had wrestled with this question many times, often coming up with long explanations, but that gave him no counsel on how to face.