I tried to conceal my surprise, but failed. After all, I was the one who gave her a promise ring as a special Christmas gift."Look at his face, France...sca," Sam pointed in merriment. "He looks like he's been shot."Sam giggled and poked Francesca in the arm. "You really got him with that one," she said, continuing to have fun at my expense.I'm sure I was red-faced, but I tried to keep my composure and continue walking as if nothing had happened. It was a hopeless task. Francesca wrapped her arm. I always acted like I wasn't peeking, but her and I both knew I was. Zach finally left for college and I had left my cell phone charger at his house. Since I was only 16 I was still stick in high school. I went over to retrieve my charger. I knocked on the door and his mom answered, peeking her head around the door. I asked to go get the charger I left in his room. She let me in and she closed the door. I turned and looked at her. To my disbelieve, she was naked. Just out of the shower. I was. Besides, it's not as though you could answer me if you wanted to, huh?" She stood up and walked in front of him. He was finally able to see her. It was then that he found true terror, because he could now see that she really was two feet taller than him. Somehow, she had shrunk him down to the size of the statue he carried from the garden. " This was really happening to me!" His mind screamed. " She is really turning me into a statue! Oh no! Now what!... No wait." He tried to collect himself.. He clutched more and more my hips, he bit my lips, he bit my tits. I was screaming, moaning in his ears, enjoying our pleasure. With an hard stroke he putted the whole dick inside me: I knew what was happening. Without realizing it I was under his wet body, I was in his possession. He squeezed me while he was fucking me. I loved that, I was his slut, I was feeling like a slut, he made me feel like his slut, I need to be his slut. He was enjoying that vision, satisfied. He bring me to the orgasm.