Hello. You mayhave heardabout me. My name is Chris Griffin, and not much is known about me. I'm mainly considered a "space occupier", among other thin...s, but that's only because everyone's too busypaying attention to either Brian, Stewie or Peter. There's a lot more to me than what is seen on the surface.As you mayalreadyknow, I love to paint. It's my passion, really, art is. I nearly became the famous artist'Christobel', but that bastard Antonio Monatti tried to turn me into something I'm not,. " My heart was thundering in my chest as I fumbled at the buttons on his shirt. "Light. Bring that light over here," I called out to the Good Samaritan."Here," the man said, holding it out to me."Point it at his shoulder," I said. "Thank you for coming to help me. It was very brave."His cell phone chittered at him and he yanked it back to his ear and started bringing the operator up to speed.Under the light I could see Ty's left sleeve was soaked with blood. I was afraid to touch it. Afraid I. It was then that I realised that I wouldn’t be taking any clothes off. These guys were into their lads wearing full leather and the man in the bushes had been purposely waiting. I wanted to get my cock out of the trousers but they stopped me unbuttoning them, pulling my hands away. They got down on their haunches and started to lick the leather in the area where I had just shot, they then started to lick my arse, all the while their hands rubbing hard against me and the spunk cooling inside my. My thumbs stroke down the backs of your arms the nails gently scraping at the material of your robe, helping to ease the sleeves down your arms. My lips move back and forth working their way to the side of your soft neck and finally reach your soft skin. Lips press against the pulse point below your ear and my tongueChris says:flicks out against it... Lips close upon your skin sealing tightly to you as I suck gently a bit of it between my teeth and I nibble it with teeth sliding back and.