I’m worried about penis shrinkage. Maybe it will be OK in a warm pussy.She faces the fence and unbuttons her trousers. She pulls down her slacks and... panties together. They bunch at her knees. She bends forward to grasp a cedar fence rail for support. Her pussy lips with their exciting fringe of dark hair speak to me from between her bum cheeks.I unfasten my belt and trouser button. I wiggle as I push down my trousers and shorts to my knees. Yes, as I feared, my cock is shrunken with the cold.. I had no choice but to take it out of my pants.I took my Nine-inch thick cock in hand and began to masturbate in earnest. By then, it was doing my thinking for me. I almost jumped out of my skin when Gran stirred in her sleep."What if she wakes up and catches me jacking off?" I thought. "I almost wish that she would." I pumped my cock harder, and as I slipped over the edge, I did something truly insane. I stepped forward and sprayed my Grans tits with cum. What was I to do? If I tried to clean. Locked in her room, she adjusted her disheveled hair behind her back andtook a good look in the mirror. Happy Birthday, Emily! she thought.Her brown eyes were shining with a light they hadn't had in ages.She wondered how long would it take for the drug to kick in. It was avery special kind of devise, a bio-devise which would slowly turn herinto a strikingly beautiful elf girl.With tears of joy, she dug in the bottom of the cabinet to pull out ablue nightgown that Jane had given her. It fit in. A few days later, I unexpectedly came home a few hours earlier than planned. It was already dark and as usual, I came in through the back door.It was unusually quiet in the house the lights were out but I could see the flickering of the TV screen. As quiet as possible, I went into the kitchen. On TV the images of the blindfolded woman could be seen. The sound of the TV was off, my wife was staring fascinated at the screen with her dress pulled up, her hand between her legs and I could clearly.