………………………The dress fell down her soft body with no resistance, leaving me a sight to behold and to remember for the rest of my life.... She had no undergarments at all, which made me wonder how her breasts looked the way they did when dressed, and her naked body was in front of my eyes. My eyes followed her breasts down to the curves of her waist, her hips, her thighs, all the way to her tiny bare feet. If anything can compete with her face for the definition of beauty, it is her body. She walked. Hisclothes seemed too hot for him, but also too loose and too scratchy.Something made him want to take them off.That was not necessary. The shirt was becoming a tent on him, his slackswere two sizes too big, three, more! his shoes slipped off his feet as hislegs seemed to rise off the ground. Was he shrinking?Of course he was. There was no mistaking it. His arms were tiny now, andcould not be seen from the tent his shirt made. His hair flowed over theback of the tent, as long and blond as. He stared at my wife and told me nice. I told him, you want some ? He said, hell yeah. We went back to the room. He went in the viewing room that was connected. My wife was still horny. I put her in the bench and tied her ankles and wrists. She was on all fours. I hiked up her shirt and skirt and pulled down her panties. The lights were dimmed and I went in the viewing room. He was hard. About 8 in. He said I almost came in my pants. I said, go out there and play with her pussy and mouth and. Leave them to it. George obviously wants to hold his sperm in her for as long as possible to give it the best chance possible. Not that it matters anyway, if she is fertile she will be pregnant by now with two of his huge loads in her.”I followed her inside like a puppy dog. I looked at her and said, “I’ve got a question for you, Julie.”“Yes, what’s that?”“Your husband, does he know about George?”“No, he’s too busy telling everyone how good he is to work out what is going on. I care about him,.