I immediately started licking then sucking. I was shoving his cock as far down my throat as I could take it. When I came up for a breath of air I told...him I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I was stroking and bobbing my head up and down on his beautiful cock. My heart was pounding. He would pull it out of my mouth and stroke it while I licked around his swollen head. Then he would shove it back in my mouth and I would take both hands and start stroking. After a few minutes I could tell he was. Mom gave me this look, I knew what was coming next, so i slowly started moving towards my room, suddenly my door-bell rang. "who is it ?" i asked myself. At this point there was thousands of questions going through my head, I was mentally trying to figure out how to fix this, if this becomes a problem. I was referring to the book. if neeta aunty found the book she might come home with the book, I won't be able explain neeta aunty how the book got there, I wouldn't be able to explain mom how. Me – Sonal yeh galat hai,Sonal – Main kuch nahi jaanti, jab aapne mere boobs pakde the tabhi mujhe aapka lund chahiye thaMe – tab kyun naho bolaSonal – himmat nahi huiMe- ab ho gayi,Sonal – ab aap boobs dabate hoy a main aapka lund daba du, and saying this she squeezed my dick.Me- aaahhhh, aaram se and I pressed her boobs.In minutes we were naked and Sonal was sucking my dick. We were in the car. I started pressing sonals boobs while she was sucking my dick. She was sucking like a pro, with her. At six feet, two inches tall, he was nearly a foot taller than his wife, but now she was looking down at him... and laughing.Smaller and smaller he got. By now he was barely three foot tall when he noticed more changes. His skin texture was changing, from course, masculine tone to a fine, satiny finish. His arms and legs were getting thinner. When he looked down, he noticed his right toes change into tiny hooks; his left toes became tiny eyelets. His legs spread outwards then stretched behind.