I know I should leave, but I can't.I lean down, my face close to your neck. I smell your perfume, your scent. I can feel your rhythmic breath on my ch...ek. In and out. In and out. My heart beats faster and I rub my hand against my briefs and press on my cock. I'm throbbing so hard it hurts. I don't know what to do. I want to touch you so bad, I want to feel your skin under my fingers. I lean down and get close to your naked stomach. I smell your skin. It smells delicious. Sweet and flowery. I. .a single bed! You don’t care how cliché it is, god has come through for you. The awkward tension reappears.“I’ll sleep on the couch!” What?!? Why would you say that? There’s not much you could’ve done. The longer the silence lasted, the more obvious it would occur to her you’re trying to sleep with her.“Oh, no. You don’t have to do all that. The bed is big enough for two people to split into 2 sides. I can manage with that.” Now that’s the reply you were hoping for. You realize how horny dog. He would more often than not crawl his vile body onto hers, finish his deed and then roll over and snore so loudly it gave her a headache. He did not even bother to clean himself off causing there to be a crusty layer of his secretions on the sheets in the morning. This disgusted her. She felt cheap and used. She never let him see her cry as she washed the sheets the next morning. He would come home and be gone again. This repeated for what felt like an eternity. With every change of the. But, most hilarious of all, the outline of histraining-bra was clearly visible under his top - wrapping tightly aroundthe jiggling little cones poking from his chest.Terry was reduced to tears countless times every day. His stick-likearms tried vainly to shield his developing bosoms from the mocking eyesthat were always following them. Jack loved the girly little squeaksthat he'd give whenever his nipples were tweaked.Things had reached their peak the day before term break. Terry, who.