.. well, that was an altogether different story.Never an admirer of people to begin with, I'd been losing what little respect I did have for them at o...ne hell of a rapid pace.Trust, as always, was a major issue.I knew people. I mean—I really knew people. The only way I could have known them better, more completely, was if I'd been a mind reader.Thank God that wasn't the case!Bad as it was to have their feelings paddling about in the kiddy pool of my veins, free-falling thru ravines of my lungs. Most girls don't have a six pack but hers, however faint, is always visible. My stomach shows a 'two pack' on my good days.The rustling and clinking of Sherrie's toiletry bag made me nervous. The way she steadily furrowed her brow,refusing to look up made me sense she was ignoring me to get rid of me.I stood at the sink opposite and down two from hers. I sheepishly met my reflection to comb out my hair. As my eyes rose to my reflection I thought * I hate my tits*. They don't look like women's. He was only nineteen after all and could she trust him to keep a confidence of that magnitude? And what of her husband? She wasn’t entirely certain that he wouldn’t leave her if he discovered that she had a liaison with this young man. It was just too much to risk she reasoned. She could admire him from afar, but she could never let it go beyond that, it just wasn’t worth the risk.That Friday, Taylor was working late in her office. She had a presentation for a prospective client on Monday and. My hands slid up her sides until I held her boobs, and then I pinched her nipples hard. "Oh fuck! Pinch me like that Ryan! Fuck yeah, make me wince baby. I wanna feel it all!" The couch creaked with her hard movements and the microfiber cloth felt like it was burning my back as she bounced on my shaft. She rode me high in the saddle, and the sight of my cock disappearing into the glistening lips of her pussy turned me on even more. Our hands locked together, letting her balance herself, and.