Chapter 37: Adam's Strawberry I

Looking at Justin’s black face, I suddenly stop chewing the beef in my mouth. Trying to figure out what he is looking at, I bow my head and look at myself.

I check myself up. Something below my face huh? If there is anything below my face that can probably catch his attention, it should be my huge breasts.

Is he looking at my breasts? I wonder. Although men like to look at breasts, Justin doesn’t seem to be like one of that kind. I am not certain, but I just can’t seem to have him related to that kind of man. In my opinion, he is always behaving appropriately and decently.

If he is not looking at my breasts, what is he looking at then?

Trying to obtain an answer to my doubt, “What?” I a