But this guy with the cock ring is really enjoying my skills. After a couple of times of getting the head of his cock to the back of my throat, and so...me pressure from my hand around his dick, I felt the warm sensation of his cum erupting on my tongue. I love to swallow cum and as this cock ringed stranger was jizzing, he had already started to retreat from the hole, denying me my cum prize. I guess the quick cum embarrassed him (perhaps the reason for the cock ring) but I had some jizz in my. Mickey cupped his new breasts in his hands. They had to be at least 44DD."Aren't these a bit much?" he said."I don't think so." She said. "Besides, you like them that way, right?" She pointed to her 40D boobs. She drew a tiny little bra over them, just enough to cover the tips."There." She said, stepping back. "Let's take a look." She walked around him and pulled his panties down. "Hmm. Need to make a few minor adjustments." She knelt down and drew a small vagina. She placed a few stands of. I was in doubt and initiated discussion saying that I wanted to tell her some thing and hesitating that she may mind. She asked me to say it. I said that she may mind. She repeated that she would not mind at all and finally I told her with a trembling voice that she looked like Sharmila Tagore. She replied saying that none else remarked so far like that and I explained that the shape of her head is similar to Sharmila’s especially the upward and slightly projected movement towards the back side. “I’m glad.”“I missed you so much.”“…Um, what?” he asks me.Suddenly the spell is shattered, and I see him for who he is. She isn’t here. I’m still alone. “Oh, sorry,” I tell him, “I drifted to another place, I think. I was imagining my girlfriend, and I… I don’t know what happened.”“Oh, that’s okay. No worries. Are you okay?” He stumbles through the question from behind a politely furrowed brow.“Yes,” I tell him with the most I could find of a polite smile, “Sorry if it was weird to tell.