Jesus, it did look a little smaller than usual! My wife shortly returned clutching a wooden ruler, and knelt on the bed beside me.“Stroke it totally... hard for me, baby,” she said. I did as she asked, and once I was fully erect she pressed the ruler lightly alongside the length of my cock and measured."Hmm..." she mused. "Just over five and three-quarter inches. I was right - It is shrinking!"My eyelids flickered again. “That can’t be right.” I muttered.“See for yourself.” Mandy replied. I. ”“What if you like it a lot?”“I just want to try it.”“But if you like it, you’ll want to keep doing it.”"No love, that doesn’t follow. I like chocolate but I don’t eat it all the time. You’re giving me a treat, that’s what it is.”“Some people eat a lot of chocolate...”A week beforehand I'd scouted out a hotel, looked at the rooms, picked a room. That sounds simple but every decision, every thought had a mix of pain and pleasure to contend with. Should it be a romantic setting? Like a honeymoon. You know its a much more tactile culture. Dont worry. I know I can trust you darling but please be nice to him. If you have to flirt a little without him I could be out of a job. Tactile culture she wanted to scream it wasnt your tits and arse that his hands were on. Flirt with him does he think Im some kind of whore. She should have got a taxi home but instead she meekly agreed to go out. Ulu and Kelly got ready together. Try this. Ulu handed Kelly a white dress with a split down to her navel. I didn't think anything of it until the next afternoon.When I turned on the TV, I found satellite radio and tuned in some easy listening music. It was soothing - just perfect for the mood I was in. I could hear Constance singing along from time to time, so I guessed that she didn't disagree.Dinner was wonderful. Constance knew her way around the kitchen and seemed to enjoy cooking for two instead of one. I enjoyed her cooking and loved staring into her eyes while we ate.I knew I could get used.