This is so fucking real. Look athim sobbing. He can't even look up from the floor. No ego. None. He's afoot taller but he seems a foot shorter. He's d...ead scared of me. Helooks so thin at 160lbs. I've taken 65lbs off of him. I can really seeit when his chest heaves when he's crying. I can see tits too. Littlebitty ones but they really are getting obvious. I hadn't noticed howmuch bigger his nipples are too. God what a rush. I own him. He's evengetting hips. I want him hippier, much hippier. I. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most accomodating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in lubricious detail the activities of recent past ultimately to the delight and renewal of the three of us, then made me a long distance contributor in a most. I couldn’t tell if the flush on my cheeks was from embarrassment or something else, but they burned hotter than an overworked light bulb. His blue eyes were calmly transfixed on me, those lips stunningly amused, as though he was holding back a laugh. He looked proud and satisfied, even though technically, he wasn’t. It calmed me to see that. My chest felt a safe warmth of silliness, and for some reason I wanted to laugh as well. The sweat on my forehead matched the wetness in my underwear,. "Is there a problem, John - I'm rather tired." I replied, trying hard to hide Gemma from his gaze. Even in my dimly lit room, it was possible to make out details and I was sure he could see I was not alone."I went into Gemma's room but her bed was empty - I just thought she might be with you." I am" said the little female voice beside me.My blood froze. 1 What was he doing going to Gemma's room, AND 2 What was he going to say or do now that he knew that she was here?"Hi Gem, how's it hanging.