Kris sighed and shook his head, knowing his hot piece on the side was gone for good now. Like Tracy, he was getting nearly zero nooky himself, and now...he'd have to stroke off in the bathroom when he got horny, which was often.In addition, he and the wife weren't getting along very well, and, sick of her shit at last, Kris got a divorce and moved out.Though he would have sex with a few strange women he met through ads and even banged his now-former secretary when they'd gotten drunk at a party,. “Hold on, buddy,” I said in a panic. He ignored me, unzipped and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles in a flash. His small, semi-hard cock hung in the breeze. I looked and noticed a huge mushroom head that certainly got my attention. “Please,” he begged me, “just suck it.” I watched as his cock started to stiffen a bit more in the cool air. “My wife won’t blow me and it’s been ages,” he continued. “Figured a young guy like you could use an extra buck.”Part of me wanted to slug. The brief times she had ever ponderedthose desires that she had repressed for most of her former life, neverincluded being so very small. The times she had let the fantasy out ofthe box she had fought to keep it in, usually had her dreaming of beingmore like Mel. Being a tall, well developed babe, but also, being veryfeminine. However, ending up as small as she has, has turned out to bebetter than she ever fantasized. Studying the sleeping form she used tolive in, she pretty much felt like she. Within a few minutes Allen was calling and asking if I could give him a massage. We worked out a time and I gave him my address. He came over and had shorts on and a loose fitting shirt. I showed him to the massage room and asked if he had taken a shower. He had not. I showed him to the bathroom and towels and said for him to shower, wrap a dry towel around him and get on the table. He went in and said he was ready.His beautiful dark hard was still damp and his neck and back were damp from.