I slipped off the shoes dropping myself 6" inheight. My new stature was not even close to the next shortest womanhere, I knew I was well under 5' tall... I was so small, so weak, thecrushing reality hit me. All the surgery and weights in the world couldnot return me to anything close to a normal sized man. I sat on the curband began crying. I could not help it. Tiny sounding sobs came from mytiny mouth as tears streamed down my face.A fancy sportscar pulled up. I looked up to see the window. She collapsed onto her stomach with me still pushed as deep inside her as I could get. With even more of my essence unleashing itself as I continued to spasm, my cock pumped until my balls were empty. As soon as my muscles began to function again, we rolled over on our sides, still with my manhood buried deep inside her. Even after I'd gone soft, she fought to hold me inside her."You okay, Precious?" I had to know. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" That concern resurfaced, and even though my sister. Her hands reached around me and she traced a fingernail lightly down my spine, making me shudder with desire. I could feel the soft lace of her bra against my bare skin and I reached around to unfasten the hooks. As I slid the straps down her arms I heard the now so familiar click of a camera recording our actions. John obviously wanted some mementos of us together, capturing the moment her breasts sprang free of the lace. She slid in closer and I felt her exposed breasts press against mine as. Lori obliged, opening her mouth to let it in, even though she thought this part of the job was worse than many of the kinkier acts that she took money to perform. George now had one arm behind her back , pulling her close, while the hand on the end of his other arm fondled her breast firmly. Their tongues mingled, and Lori took his penis into her hand. It was straight and firm. She caressed it gently, slowly, careful not to cause an accident. George’s hand slid down Lori’s back, across.