She sat up and my dick slipped into her lovely wet hole, I looked up to see her wonder boobs now lovely and wet. I smiled and ran my hands and fingers...all over her sexy big wet tits while she rocked her cunt on my cock. She then laughed and grinned at me."Hold this thought". She pulled the plug on the bath and stepped out. "Run the shower babe".She left the bathroom but soon return while I ran the shower. She was back but with her blouse back on. She stepped in to the shower and let the falling. ..maybe you can. Just keep sucking. That's right, that's a good boy. Look at you. You're shrinking again already. What does it feel like, getting smaller like that, under your wife's huge tit, where she could crush you so easy? Hmm?" She presses down on him, emphasizing her point. Demonstrating her weight, her power over him. "Does it make you feel safer, shrinking like that? Make you feel like, maybe, if you got small enough, I won't hurt you? That I'll be gentle? That I'll show you some. .um, can I see it?” I awkwardly asked, I wasn’t sure what he was going to say. He looked at me for a few seconds, “Uh… I guess,” he looked at me for a few more seconds before he slowly started to unzip his pants.As soon as he said that, I could feel my pussy flowing with liquids. I looked down to see my juices were showing, and they were but just a little bit. Fortunately, not too much.I waited excitedly as he unbuttoned his pants and reached down, maneuvering his penis out of his pants. Once. “Michelle!”, she said, getting up from her chair. She looked stunning. Her hair was perfect, her make-up too. Taylor wore a block dress, reaching about mid-thigh down her body, with a pair of patterned pantyhose and boots up to her knees, as black as the dress itself. Her blonde hair was open and shone like golden silk in the dim light. Yet the thing making the biggest impression on Michelle in the few seconds she was with Taylor was her aura. She seemed utterly, unshakably confident. Something.