This went on for whatfelt like forever.Chapter III awoke slowly, my entire body feeling alien and deprived of energy. Ihad no idea where I was, somewh...re outside I could tell, but not morethan that. I sat up and felt a strange weight hanging from my torso. Ireached for the weight with my hands and could see that they did noteven make it outside my shirt any longer, having shrunk considerably. Ipulled up the sleeves and inspected my hands, which were now small andhad long, thin fingers. I was. Luckily she did not show any resistance so I acted quickly and kept my hand on her breast. She looked at my face she was so hot and my lund also touching her back from sofa I was massaging slowly my lund on her back, she said uffffff and said Raj please mat kar aisa main teri mamii hoon.but she was allowing me to press her boobs. I asked her to sit on my lap so that I can massage well, and she agreed. I took my lungie off, I was not wearing underwear to touch my lund to mami’s gand(ass). I. Whenshe blushed I knew there was something. A few minutes of persistentquestioning lead to her telling me you like to wear woman's clothes.That sealed the deal. The idea of a sissy husband letting me screw hiswife made Ellen even more attractive. I love to be in charge and thiswould be an ultimate display of power. So, I agreed to meet you andhere we are."With that he leaned back and smiled what I felt was an evil grin. Ifelt like my world was spinning out of control. I was not. Once again, she stepped up her game. This time she went after my voyeur side. As she continued to pump and stroke my now aching cock, she started talking…“I have always enjoyed handling cocks. The feel of them. How they are soft and rigid at the same time. I love watching them grow and get harder. I love seeing them cum. Some cum by shooting and other ooze. But I like them all. Stroking a cock can also give me a chance to decide if I want to fuck it or not. The long ones make a good visual and.