He told me he had hit lots of clay pigeons, but seemed to not be able to hit any skeet at all.I asked Eliza what was important that she had wanted to ...ell me the night we had met- but she told me she couldn't remember what excuse she had invented anymore. She just didn't want to risk losing me, since she had found me, didn't want me to just blow off the strange Nun who left her phone number for the Busboy. I Did quit that job, no point in it, since Mary hired me to be her 'assistant', rather to. No, wait. It was the same, he raised his hand and stared at it.It was smaller, slender as was his arm. He had shrunk! His T shirt washuge. It draped over him. Like a blanket. "I've .... I'm.... little. I'ma child!"Dave and Rob stared. Mouths agape."What happened?" I don't know," replied Rob. "It's....impossible. That shouldn't havehappened." What happened? What went wrong?" OK. Right." He took a breath. "Are you feeling OK?" He looked closer athim?."Do you feel anything .....well, anything sort. I saw him gulp as he swallowed my sweet jism. Again and again my dick throbbed as my hot cum shot out to be eagerly eaten by my newest lover. My entire body heaved and shook as the orgasm took me. My legs held his head as I humped my meat even more deeply into his mouth until my creaming finally began to ease and slow to a trickle. One last spurt and I collapsed beneath his nursing mouth, my thighs dropping to the towel on either side of his body. He held me deep in his hot maw and continued to. Ron used her inert body to stimulate himself further. He could feel her wetness running down his cock and down the insides of her thighs. His throbbing veins rubbed like a ribbed condom against her pussy, sending her further into trance. Mrs. Campbell suddenly started jolting and writhing. She tried to scream but could not make a sound. Her pussy grasped and grabbed at Ron's cock as it twitched and spasmed.into orgasm. Her upper body tightened as the pleasure ripped through her. It was too much.