Moist.Tight.Intimately close. Enveloping. Comfortably snug. Like a warm hug. Hehe ... that rhymes.Weight.Pressure. Force. Gravity. And then lightness.... But still tight. And then the weight returned. More pressure. More force. Moist and tight. And then lightness once more. Rhythmic. Weight. Light. Weight. Light.Moans.Grunts. Whimpers. Weight. Light. Weight. Light. Up. Down. Tight. Snug. Moans. Moist. Moans.“Nnnnghhh...”“Mmmmm...”“Ahhhhhh...”“Ohhhhhh...”Pressure. Release. Tight. Clenching.. But, it might be small enough to feel good in my ass,” Amanda coldly announced and shifted her body away from the arrogant lad. “I’ll have to reconsider your offer.”The young man blushed and replied almost in a panic, “I can get it bigger if I stroke it.”Amanda lifted her hand and looked at her manicured nails in silence, and yawned. The young man grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. “Look,” he sheepishly said, “I’ll get it bigger for you.”Amanda ignored his request, reached for the menu. He turned aroundand saw someone come out of the closet. Sure enough, it was himself. Hisold body."What the..."Before he knew what was happening, his former body lunged at him, puttinghis wrist in a handcuff and covering his mouth. He tried to fight back, butthere was nothing he could do. His old body, much stronger than his newone, easily forced him down on to the bed and locked the handcuff to thepost.His assailant whispered some words than took his hand off of Will'ss mouth.He kept his face. She turned and walked toward her room again, stopping at her bedroom door. “That was another good answer,” she said. “You’re definitely going to get lucky tonight.” She went into her room and shut the door. I yelled to her that I was going out to do some errands, one of which was to take some shirts and a suit to the dry cleaners. I asked if she had anything that needed to be cleaned. Hearing nothing in response, I put on my coat, grabbed my car keys, shirts and suit, and opened the kitchen.