The lump in my pants. There's a button in a man somewhere, and when a woman like Chris suggests he have dinner with her, that button gets pushed. It's...a little like one of those things that Jet pilots wear, where if they have to ditch in the ocean, they pull a cord and presto - something inflates.You can't help it, even when you feel bad about it, like I did. Chris was a nice girl. I could just tell. She wasn't a hot-blooded virgin, like the woman who wrote my grocery list, and was primed for. She tried turning away from me so I wouldn’t notice. My eyes lit up again at the sight of her pert breasts with their hardened nipples sitting nicely underneath her well worn t-shirt. As I drove tthe truck, I commented, " I really like your shirt, what does it say?" I reached over beggining to tracing a finger over her chest, on the tops of her breasts, reading the name of the guitar company aloud. "Hey!" Shannon shouted, " Stop". I took my hand away continuing to the woods. We arrived, parking. More

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