My cock pushed harder at the terry cloth confining it. I wished that the sweater had a living woman wearing it. I loved sweaters, but sometimes it was...just a bit lonely with only a piece of fuzzy cloth for company. I sighed again as I felt two soft hands caress my cheeks and lips touched my brow as fleeting as a butterfly's touch.My eyes flew open. I found myself looking into two pools of inky darkness surrounded by long thick dark grey lashes. The dark pools grew smaller and I gazed on a. ” I moved my hands a bit hesitantly towards my nipples, and it took me a few tries to get the right grip. But then I couldn’t delay anymore and started to pinch my nails together. It hurt, and I immediately eased the pressure. “Harder,” Anne encouraged me, “I know you can do it.” A finger ran encouragingly over my slit, and I pulled together all my courage and really pinched. A cry escaped my lips. Needle pricks shot through my nipples and tits, and I involuntarily curled my toes. “A little bit. "Whoa! Hold that right there. We need to talk ... right?"We left the tea-rooms and wandered through the gardens; there was a bench under some trees and very few other people in that area so we sat."I want to hold you..." I said, lifting my arm.She looked at me for what seemed like a very long time, then moved up to me so I could hold her. It was like ... putting on my favourite, comfortable shoes. She sighed."So ... do you want me to come back?" Yes. No doubt ... absolutely ... please." Are you. However, like all men, the source of their strength is also their greatest weakness.Unfortunately, villains these days have slowly realized how to efficiently take down superheroes. Through lucky shots and random chance, some villains have managed to defeat some superheroes by hitting them in the balls. After even a single punch hits these super testicles, the superhero would gasp in shock, completely paralyzed by the sudden pain. He would immediately feel his powers fading, making it even.