Every time she got to her deepest penetration, I would involuntarily squeel a little because it felt so good. With each stroke, she would speed up a l...ttle. She pulled my head tight to her chest and forced her nipple into my mouth. I eagerly sucked it. Then she would move a little and have me suck the other tit. My hardening cock brushed against her smooth belly and made me feel like cumming. The intensity of her thrusts picked up until she was fucking me with such a rapid pace that my asshole. All of it was just so cool! Whereas, yesterdaywhen she had left the library as the short girl she was now, she hadbeen incredibly nervous. At that time, almost everything scared her.However, now she was loving seeing the world from her dramaticallyshorter perspective. It was so exciting to be seeing all the peoplefrom below rather than from looming above everyone. As they walkedalong she was reveling as she even found herself looking up to girlsshe knew were really short, even if they were now. I mean, unless it would weird you out."I was suddenly breathless. "It's all I can think about." The words seemed to choke in my throat."Oh my god, you're so turned on..." she grinned. "So, how about right now?"I could only nod at her. I don't even remember her putting her hand on my breast. It was just there, her fingers finding the outline of my pierced nipples though my dress. My heart was pounding in my ears as she found the zipper at the front of my dress and watched my expression while she. His face was flushed, teeth clenched, and even from a distance, I could smell whiskey mingling with the overpowering aftershave he insisted on wearing.“Trying to wind me up, are you?” he spat. Staring, I shook my head. “Then you must be stupid.”What had I done this time? I waited in silence, watching him rant and gesticulate madly towards the wall I’d repainted.“Dumb bitch. Where’d you find the paint?” His eyes, reddened by drink, flashed hatred. “In the bathroom, was it?”Still confused, I.