'How can I ever hope to compete with him for her love?'He never heard the rest of the conversation."I saw you working out with that guy before. You we...e working him pretty hard. Who is he?" That's John. He doesn't know it yet but he's going to be my boyfriend. I really like him a lot; I'm trying to help him get over his insecurity about being smaller than me. Are you going to be at practice tomorrow?" No, they don't use the strength coach for women's softball; but they should. I'll bet they. With groomed brows, a smoother complexion from his skin care routine, and amore hip wardrobe, he was now cool again, yet the more he thought about ithe wondered if really he ever was at all.For the short week before Christmas, he was the platinum god of the office,not bothering to work from home as he savored every moment of this newfound attention.When the office closed early on Christmas Eve, he texted Sherri how much hemissed her, and had kept her abreast of his entire crazy week. He was. Egads, her breast had nearly doubled and were barely contained by her top. Her nipple were very aware of the friction the metal played in making her very aroused. Were her nipples getting harder as the chainmail moved up, down, and side to side? Yes they were which was weird. That thought brought her attention to between her thighs. She felt like she was a fucking waterfall coming out of her cunt. She thought she had climaxed when killing the monster but this was outlandish. Turning away only. Uh hair fur? I'm old-fashioned that way. I think girls bare down there look slutty."I fidgeted, glad my panties were still on since I'm as smooth as an iconic Carlos Santana song 'down there.' Worrying about my image, I wondered if I had time to order a merkin from Amazon. I was immediately distracted as her lips fastened to my vastly outnumbered nipples. I pulled her closer and began returning the favor. Kissing and licking, moving quickly from nipple-to-nipple like an X-rated version of.