There was no rush, less than an hour's worth of cum had accumulated in my balls since my last orgasm.So I lazily stroked my meat, my eyes drifting bac... and forth; the cock, the cum on her face, the pointed nipples which happened to be in the shot, her tongue, my own cock, the glob of cum in mid-air, the pleasure on her face. I had never shot that much cum on my own, so it probably was a matter of age. The clock on my night table blinked the minutes, and I knew that by taking my time, I could. Stronger, but softer. It reminded me of Emily's hair, herthick hair that sometimes whipped me in the face when she was lying ontop of me. Fine, very silky, but also unbelievably healthy and lustrous,like you could knot a battleship rope from it. Emily had the best headof hair I'd ever seen or felt until I washed mine that morning.Well, there were worse things that could happen than to wake up withbetter hair. Like shrinking, which is what I started doing next.Getting shorter and losing weight.. It hung in the hot, almost liquid air and squirted on her from the excited cunts all around, this was the closest thing to a religious experience that she had ever had. The desperate thrusting of her small against the vibrators pleasuring all three of her holes and nipple clamps, all with a mind of their own, and the mini orgasms she was experiencing periodically almost looked like a seizure. Her fantasy was completed by the remnants of an SS uniform which Tomoko wore, now mostly torn off to. He firmly grasped her taught hind haunches and slipped the tips of his fingers underneath her bikini. Slowly he inched his fingers toward her neatly trimmed slit stopping and circling his fingers around her pubic bone for a few moments before he continues to draw closer to his intended target. As he does this she purrs and tries to shift so his fingers will contact her slit. When she is warmed up she fishes Ben’s cock out of his shorts and positions it at the entrance to her cunt. He looks into.