Besides, how would that even work? I’ve seen your tongue, it’s as long as my forearm and covered in barbs.”“I never said anything about using ...my tongue,” she replied slyly, and his cheeks burned an even brighter shade of red. “Sounds like you’re letting your imagination get ahead of you there, Jeff. But if you insist...”His stomach lurched as she leaned him back in her arms, curling one hand beneath him to support his back and cradling his head with the second, like a scene from a romance. Itwas strange to see those large mounds framed and pushed together by theblack and red frilly bra, pushing his chest out even further. "I looklike a stripper or a pornstar." flitted through his head. Shaking hishead, he pushed the thought out, surely he can make them inconspicuoussomehow. "Hey, don't slouch! You don't need to hide what God has givenyou!" "Do you have something...flattening?" James blurted. "Sure, thismodel." Rachel held out another bra. It did push his breasts down. I jerked off in the shower, as I often do, with that picture still in my mind.The rest of the day was rather awkward. My sister was just waiting until after dinner when she could go out with her friends, and I was waiting for that night when she returned. I had a plan. I would wait until she got back (after all, she might be a little tipsy) and I would jerk off in my bed again, but this time a little louder, with the hope that she would watch again.The time came. I heard the car door close. I. ‘Now, since we won’t… listen to reason, the next question is what to do with our esteemed guest?’ ‘I say we throw him overboard.’ Someone in the back of the crowd remarked. ‘He’s going to be trouble.’ ‘You’ve never been anything but trouble!’ The negress was loud and sudden, startling all who heard her as she turned around. ‘Why shouldn’t we throw you over as well?’ ‘Sheba…’ With barely a whisper, Captain Boyle regained the attention of the ship. ‘We’re discussing our unexpected visitor here,.