They felt a lot looser at his waist than they had whenhe put them on that morning.He hurried into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He... was agood six inches smaller than he had been that morning. He looked younger,too; more like a kid still in college than a man in his early thirties. Damn!His hair was longer, too. Now it came down over his ears. This was crazy.He pulled his belt in a couple of notches and walked back to look at thepainting again. Sure enough, John saw that his. “Shit ... that’s quite a story,” she told Lynette. “But I have a question. You knew that Tom reacted violently when the teachers went to strip him. Weren’t you concerned that he might panic when you did it?”Lynette got a thoughtful look as she reflected on her memories.“Um, you know?—I was so incredibly focused on Tom then. I knew how his body reacted when his panics were building and was kinda watching out for that ... and ... um ... I think I was telling him in my mind that he was okay... OH. By the way Im SAM 30s something, with a 6.5jr and 3 inch diameter, raring to go alpha male with a great track record in wild sex with multiple partners.I just composed myself from these thoughts and asked her again what is the problem. the only difference was this time I held her by her shoulders and made her sit in a chair. As she had cried her nose mucus was out and fell on her kameez. I picked up a tissue from the box and cleant her nose and her kameez ,in which I got the idea of the assets. "Where do you want me?" She asks quietly.I move to stand in front of her, my clothed body just brushing her nude skin. I reach down and let my fingers slide between her legs, touching the folds of her pussy and feeling how wet she is."Admit it, that cunt is wet, right?" I reply.She barely nods."Say it." I demand."Muh-My…pussy is w-wet." She whispers."Do you still hate me?"Her eyes harden a little and she nods again."Say it."She bares her teeth at me. "I fucking hate you." ”You’re my fucking.