My hands had never looked more masculine than they did then, holding -and even holding their own, size-wise against - my large breasts. Butholding my ...wn female breasts with my own paper-rough male hands washaving my cake and eating it, something my body couldn't allow.The criss-crossing wrinkles of my palms reduced themselves to a moreyouthfully simplistic pattern of creamy white folds. It became harderand harder not to look at those palms and wonder what they would feellike tugging against. ”“So you’re not claiming her?”“I don’t CLAIM anyone,” I fired back.“So you wouldn’t mind if someone else asked her out?”“Back off! She’s mine!” I growled back at him quietly.Beast chuckled, a wide grin spreading over his face. “You’re like an open book, Parker. We should play poker some time.”Our walk-through practice ended about the same time volleyball practice ended. I loitered around, waiting near the exit doors as she walked out alone. She had her long blonde hair pulled up into a pony. "At least 12 and a half, maybe 12. Then we'll review in a week. Now, how thick did you say it was?" Cooper sobbed. "Meanwhile, Ernesto is it, we have some exercises to make you proud of your body again. So I want you to lean back in the seat, reach your arms up to the ceiling, and then bring your heels up and tuck them on either side of your bottom." Nesto's jaw dropped. "But you will see everything..." Nurst Brest smiled again. "Yes dear, that is the point. You might as well practice. "Lay back," he commanded her, and she drew in a breath sharply and sat down on the bed. Sliding up, she rested her feet together on the edge of the bed and slowly reclined until her shoulders lay flat on the silken sheets, letting her knees fall to one side as she tried to cover her breasts with her arms. Closing her eyes, she laid her head to one side and waited for the inevitable. He was already bare-chested from fighting in the arena, and all he wore was his sword in its sheath and a.