"There." She lifted it the rest of the way up and off. "Turn around."I turned and was barely able to push the door closed before I felt her fingers sl...de under my bra strap as she undid it. It sprang forward as she let go of the straps and I moved my arms down to let it slide off.She shuffled me around so we were facing each other again. "Oh, my. Look at that. Those marks are because this thing's too tight. We're going to have to move you up to a C cup." She sniffed and wiped a tear out of the. .." She said casually. Her tone, as well as her smirk, told me that she knew that was not true. I sighed and kept driving. I still had those butterflies in my stomach at times. This was a swarm of those so called butterflies. Her hands eased lower, down past my stomach and onto my crotch. I knew she felt my erection. She just had to. The bulge was just popping out of my jeans practically. She brushed over the bulge a few times.I was surprised no one looked into the car and noticed when we were. “It’s hard. You don’t even seem like a person. More like an angel or something.” He heard a low chuckle. The vibration shook the hand that was resting in his hair. “You can’t call me that,” the chuckling voice said. “How bout, hmmm, Max?” “Max?” Sean smiled a little and nodded. “In a weird way, it fits.” Then the newly named Max crawled under the covers and pulled Sean close, cuddling him up to his perfectly muscled chest. Sean couldn’t believe how good it felt. Almost like being with. You're helpless to erase it. Don't move your hand. Don't do anything to make me more comfortable."This made no sense. How long did she need to feel the chill? How long did I need to feel it? I was hungry."Want to kiss me?" No, kissing you would be enjoyable and that would make me comfortable." Want me to move my hand from you back?" No, leave it there but don't move it." What does my hand being there represent?"She was silent. I felt her breath move the hair on my chest. I wondered if she heard.