It was about a scenario similar to my fetish I mentioned at the beginning of this story. After sending, I felt kind of weird and regretted it. Thinkin... maybe I crossed the line. She emailed me back saying – OMG, that was such a hot story, you’re an amazing writer! I was happy she didn’t think I was weird or a pervert and we continued to chat, only now, our chats were different, we’d talk about sexual related stuff, more so me than her, but she still was eagerly involved in the conversations.. She alternated between sucking and wanking and their knees almost buckled with pleasure. She turned and went back to the pile of boxes where she laid back and opened her legs, “well?” she drawled “whose first?”. They clambered over the boxes and took turns to fuck her moist fanny, they couldn’t believe their luck, and she groaned with ecstasy. One of the men grabbed her hips and spun her over onto her front, fucking her from behind til she came again and again. He thrust faster and faster. "You didn't think we were really getting something to eat did you?" you say with a devious gleam in your soft, brown eyes. You start to unbutton and unzip my pants. I move my hands to stop you and you just stare into my eyes. I can't tell if you are angry or disappointed, maybe a mixture of both. I move my hands back to my side. "Good boy," you say smiling at me. I felt relieved that I haven't angered you. I'm already hard and because of the awkward position, you have to roughly pull my cock. It was so nice to be greeted with helpfulness instead of the usual scream and run routine, which the way most people responded to the sight of his former body!Gingerly, he took hold of the bigger hand with his own, amazed that any person's hand could be so much bigger than his own. It was one thing to know your body was small and another to realize it by comparison with another person! The back of her former body had been more like a giant wall to him than a man. He had not had the opportunity.