Teller’s face. I told them how the MILF lost all control, fucking me, cumming so hard.“She said it had been so long since she came on a dick,” I... told them.“Mom?” Lana’s voice trembled. “Are you and Dad... ?”“We’re having ... issues,” she admitted. “For some time.”“Oh,” Lana said, squirming.I told them how my cock vanished at sunrise, then how it reappeared in the middle of Truth or Dare when the sun set. That was why I fled, racing upstairs and right into the arms of Mrs. Teller. She. She should have been called up the previous year, but the bias against her was still too strong. That might change this year. The phone was ringing when I entered my hotel room and an excited Rhonda told me she had been traded to the White Sox and was to report to the Charlotte Knights as soon as possible. Given the history of the Sox, a novelty such as a woman first baseman was a possibility.They called her up three games into the season as a way to increase attendance, nothing more. She had. Then dressing quickly, partly out of embarrassment, partly out of fear of discovery. Of the five girls who’d pulled down their panties spread their legs in the backseat of my mom’s BMW, I’d never had more than a stolen glance at the mysterious space between their legs.Gretchen’s sensuality was the polar opposite. Maybe it was something about coming of age in the heart of New York City. But while she was in no rush to fuck, Gretchen seemed to savor the act of showing me every detail of the way. "You vile little slut, you try and do that again and I'll make sure younever see your family again!" he yelled as he went back to watching hishelpless victim weep.All poor Joseph could do was silently cry, a mix between his left cheekthat stung and fear. More changes took place on him, his arms and handshad shrunk dramatically, almost to a petite size. Next came his stomachand waist, both had shrunk and caved in. He tried to not throw up as hefelt his rib cage shrink, squishing his vital organs.