Brother Invisible Zipper Foot Novels & Stories

But how am I supposed to do this if I don’t? The heft of his bulge is one that I cannot ignore—it is half the size of my hand but thicker. I don’t know. His pants strain, seams look like they are about to split where the rigid line of him juts forward. Thankfully, he has already moved the zipper up so all I have to do is button it. I press the fabric but my knuckles touch his skin. He doesn’t react to that—at least, that’s what I think until I hear a snarl.