She was stroking my shrunken organ, but it was not going to grow for her. I think she knew that and whispered in my ear, "Here touch me right there." ...ith that, her free hand exposed one exquisite round, white mound of female flesh topped with a glorious erect nipple sitting in the middle of a quarter-sized circle of brown. It was exactly what was needed to restore my hardness.She was still stroking my organ as she put one of my hands on her bare breast. I instantly sprang to attention in her. I couldn't!My mind wouldn't let go of the idea. The thought of having Ana join in the games Kirsty and I were playing jumped up and down in front of my eyes, waving a huge flag to attract my attention. It was tempting, very tempting, and as I shook off the paralysis I looked across the table to Kirsty. I waited a moment until I was sure that I had her attention then I raised an eyebrow questioningly, hoping that she would understand what I was asking with the gesture.She looked back puzzled, a. .. of the muscle in her upper arm. She could feel the strength she now possessed. She lifted up one end of the couch with no more effort than when she had carried her duffle bag from the gym that morning. Some of her purses weighed more, she chuckled to herself. She walked over to the body she had worn a few minutes earlier and picked James up in her arms. Was her rear end really that big? She wondered as one hand grasped a good handful of female flesh. "PUT ME DOWN!" James cried out, barely. I felt the pain shoot up from my ankle. Unlike a real game there was no trainer rushing on with his magic sponge, so the best I could do was to hobble to the side and sit it out for a few minutes until the pain wore off. It didn't of course, in fact my ankle swelled up that much I couldn't get my shoe back on. Twenty minutes later it was agreed that I'd best go up to the A&E to get it checked out. I grabbed my stuff and hopped to my car. As it was my clutch foot that I'd injured it made.