I paid and we left. On our way out, we stopped by a clothing store and Ifound a Futurama shirt that I knew my brother would go nuts over. Butthen as I...reached for my wallet, my stomach cringed. The shirt was thelast in its size, and who knows when I'll be able to get back up hereafter they restock."Hey, Billy. Can I borrow twenty bucks? I'll pay you right back, as soonas we get home!" He eyed me for a second, which was enough time for me tolisten to what I had said. But he couldn't think that I. ”“Well, if you’re going to stick them out like that then I’m going to look,” he said in his own defense.“Oh God,” she said letting her blouse fall open again as she let go of her shot. Standing up and putting her hand on the front of her blouse once again, she muttered to herself, “Pervert,” as the One Ball found the side pocket. She moved over to line up the Three Ball and as she started to bend down again, she told Wes to move away from the opposite side of the table so he couldn’t look. I kneeled in readiness. Philippe undressed in his familiar meticulous way. Bottom half first so I could watch that long cock swing about and lick my lips. The great flaccid penis arrived at my face. I guided it to my extended tongue and probed under his foreskin. I was so pleased to be with his cock once more. “Can you take it all before it is erect?” He asked.“I can try Sir.”I quickly licked the flesh all over until it was all shiny and wet. Then I opened my jaw and tried to guide it to the. Unless I was actually looking in a mirror, I felt ageless. I still thought of myself as a seventeen-year-old but was trapped in a fat, aging body that didn’t get out much. But the crows’ feet that reminded me of my age on most mornings were gone. Smooth. Skin without a blemish. Dark blue eyes that saw clearly, even through the hung-over haze.I stepped back and looked down my body. My skin glowed. No wrinkles. No sag. It was young and tan and healthy. My middle-aged stomach was flat and I could.