Boobgrabber in 3D
March 7th, 2010
After a dull dinner, he suggested a movie. Just as the movie started, he leaned over and whispered in my ear “Can I have a widdwle kiss?” “No,” I hissed back, “Watch the movie.” A couple scenes in, he started doing something weird to my hand. One hand was holding it, while the other started performing odd thrusty motions, like I was being hand-humped. I pulled my hand away and sat on it. In the final scene, he leaned over and asked for a kiss again, in baby talk. I ignored him, which to him meant, “skip that step entirely and steal second.” He made an odd lunge motion for the popcorn, his hand landing on my boob. I instantly grabbed the offending appendage and tossed it back at him.
