" "Worry wart," Isabel replied with a smile and nod to her pal. "Who'sgoing to know -- unless you tell them? It could be a bicycle lock you'rebuying. ...nd besides, look at me; I'm chained all the time and it hardlybothers me at all now. The chains seem to bother other people, particularly the young guys and somewomen, but not me. They look at my ankles, then my breasts and back downagain. I doubt some of those jerks even know what I look like from theshoulders up," Isabel said with a shrug.. I whimpered at loss of his touch until he began to work on the button of my jeans. He leaned in and kissed me as he reached in and rubbed my dick through my boxers. I moaned into his mouth before he quickly pulled away and pulled my jeans and boxers down as he knelt. I was leaning against the sink of the bathroom at the bowling alley with my pants and boxers down just enough to reveal my cock and balls. Alex looked up at me as he began to play with my balls gently. I was getting very close to. .. she stood up, her hair and eyes wet in sweat, tears and who knows what other fluids.She opened the faucet and washed frantically her face and head. The cold water offered a sense of relief; she tried frantically to wash away her emotions, her shame, her pain... She fought the impulse to take a shower, even thought she felt filthy in so many angles... she had to get out.. Go back to the safety of her home... She wanted to run into her lover's arm and feel safe... But, how could she?No matter,. I confirmed this by comparing my head to my peers. Mine was larger, by several centimeters to a dozen, depending upon the boy measured. I didn't ask any girls, therefore my hasty research may possibly be flawed, not that I felt much concern for this omission.I didn't mind at all if my head were out of proportion with my body. I began learning to read at age four upon Father's knee. I learned music from my mother at an early age, tapping out Fur d'Elise with my right hand by the age of five. I.