The change from being the "fuckee" into being the "fucker" was hard enough to adapt to, but I was also faced with the strange tongue and a culture ent...irely unfamiliar. Thus far, I was fortunate enough to receive the privilege of mounting three friendly females with much success, but the likelihood of any of them falling in "love" with me was extremely remote. Strangely, I felt a connection to all three of the females who had opened their knees for Alphonse D'Paris. It was far stronger than any. Oh, look at it! Standing up! I guess just thinking about it makes your little dicklet stick out. Well – stick out isn’t really the right word – it’s too short. It doesn’t even make a tent in those little panties of yours. I’ll bet it’s not even long enough for me to use more than two or maybe three fingers on it. And my hands are not big. They’re pretty dainty, actually. I’ll bet I could even get four fingers up inside you. We’ll have to try that sometime. I was going to put you in this cage,. "Arnie knew this was bizarre, that she was suckling him like a baby, but the milk tasted so wonderful, and he was so starving, and he could not stop. Her flesh was like a warm blanket on top of him, and he felt warm and secure and dreamy, filling his mouth with the sweet liquid...That taste! It was the same as the smell from the flour. He recognized it now, the sickly sweet aroma that had filled his nostrils earlier. The aroma that had been sickening him."No," he gasped, pulling his mouth off. Slowly all that was left I reached intothe near boiling water with my mind. And I started pushing every drawthe energy from the water, pushing it toward my body. As it reached meit a million little balls started pelting my body. Each tiny pellettook a small portion of fat away.As this continued I used my mind to push the pellets into a moreconcentrated area, aiming at the problem of my gut.The image in my mind started to change from a fat longhaired to a fityoung man; I felt a tingle run.