She got up from the table. “I’ll Facetime you from the bathroom.” About five minutes later, my phone rang with a Facetime call. I tapped the scr...en and there she was with a very thick cock pumping in and out of her mouth. She pulled her mouth away from it and said, “He’s the real thing. Meet us upstairs in fifteen minutes.” When I pushed open the hotel room door twenty minutes later, she was on her knees next to the bed dressed in a black lace garter belt, old fashioned nylon stockings, black. I call you “my man” and you never say otherwise. Five hours later, I’m “tucking” you in bed. “Talk tomorrow,” I say and you send me my favorite emoticon, the smiley face with hearts for eyes. I send the same one back to you. We are speaking the same language. I go about the rest of my day, mindful of your time zone. I can’t wait until we start chatting again. I go to bed, my smartphone still close by as I read our chat transcript, my heart pounding a little faster as I relive today’s. Woh ye hamle ke liye taiyar nahi thi isliye chilla uthi aur boli, “dhire karo mere saiyan, mein ab sirf tumhari hi hun. Muj par tumhara pura adhikar hai. Chodo apani rani ko jor se chodo, faad do aaj is chut ko. Isne muje bahut pareshan kiya hei.” mein uski chut 10 min tak marta rahi phir meine use uske palang(bed) ke kinare lita diya aur uske pair zamin pe the, fir mein uske pairo ke bich me aa gaya aur use chodne laga. Woh niche se uchhal uchhal ke mujse chudwa rahi thi aur azib si. Hewas also getting shorter. Not only that, but he was getting smaller ingeneral. As Ken and I watched wide eyed, Mark slowly became a kidagain. His shirt hung on him like a dress and his pants and boxers werearound his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes and turned away from usand slid his old shorts up under his shirt and took his shirt off. Icouldn't believe my eyes. There was Mark just like I remembered himwhen we were twelve. "What do ya think?"For a few moments we were both speechless..