Bruce
Unfortunately, Michelle began to pinch me on the arm. The sensation shot straight to my hard d**k instead of my brain, the pain hardly registering, only making me focus on her even more.
It was just as strange, however; I could swear I heard her moan, just a little bit when I pulled her closer. My hands moved around her small waist, right under her supple breasts that were now outlined by the baggy sweatshirt she chose to wear. Seriously, I'll give Elijah an earful when I find him.
The tips of my fingers felt the underside of her breasts, causing a gasp to escape from her and for her to resume her pinchings.
"Please stop that," she said in a strained voice, a testament to my very fickle self-control when it came to her. Every time I saw her, I just wanted to strip her naked and
