This week, I had scored a bag of Lays chips, which I now popped open and munched pensively. I sat down on our threadbare couch and opened my laptop, m...king my way to Netflix. If all else fails, Netflix will always take your mind off a guy. Lost in the fifth Children of the Corn, I didn’t hear Max unlock our door and tiptoe in. ‘Hey,’ he said. Startled, I looked around and took out my headphones. ‘Hey. How was your date?’ I tried to keep the acid out of my voice. ‘Eh. Okay. She’s nice, though.’. “Every time I tried to take off your top, or touch your chest, or slip my hand up to feel your nipples, you stopped my hand.”“Men never want to see or touch my flat chest, so I’ve learned to stop them from trying. They ridicule and make fun of me, saying I’m a boy with a pussy or a boy without a cock. Those two monsters said I was so flat chested, I couldn’t breastfeed a fly and tits are for holding onto while fucking a woman.”“You don’t know me, but you really, don’t know about me. So you want. She is also remarkably strong and her thighs grip me like an iron vise, providing you could find an iron vise with that peculiar soft-strong consistency that makes a woman's flesh so infinitely touchable.I run my hands up those beautiful, powerful legs to her waist. Two cats living together, even shape-shifted, share a certain intimacy that even human lovers rarely experience. From the night she moved in with me, Boy and I have lived in each other's personal space. Without specifically seeking. When he cut and ripped her shirt open her heart rate picked up again causing her breathing to do so also. Quickly she caught herself though and tried to calm herself. She was thankful that she knew she could trust Michael. When Michael felt her relax once more he continued and reached down her stomach to the hem of her skirt. There he yanked it up and felt for her thong, gripping it he tugged once to let her know he was going to rip it off, then ripped them clear of her body. Tossing them down,.