Not from so long, but at least a year.A: Then why didn’t you approach me? Were you scared of rejection? Or were….Y( I cut in between) : Do we have...to argue on this anymore, or shall we start our relationship now, afresh. You know, it’s better late than never.Bandaging is done.A: Shut up, and stay still. Keep your eyes closed.I close my eyes. Before I could figure out what was going on, I felt something warm on my cheeks. I hurriedly opened my eyes to find her very close to my face, nearing. I was just starting to relax when he spanked me again, three more in quick succession and I was gasping. He went back to caressing my arse after that and his fingers even slid between my thighs. I couldn't help but moan, especially when his little finger brushed the gusset of my knickers. "I think you like a good spanking," he said. He spread my legs a little and cupped my pussy in his hand. Just feeling his hand through my knickers, I knew I was hot. and he knew it too. "It is hardly. Having a tiny penis with a long foreskin creates that feeling of similarity. I was already having fun pee games. One of them was to pinch tight the tip of the foreskin while sitting on the toilet and letting my pee fill and expand my foreskin capacity until the pressure exploded through my hand.And so it was on that particular morning, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, already empty of pee and with a stretched foreskin. There was also some unfinished business from the night before. I. However wonderful her new wings were, she needed to dress before the spider returned. He was, after all, a man. She found one of last year’s thongs. That would still fit. Thongs always fit. If they didn’t, all you had to do was retie the knots. Last year’s breasthiders, however, were hopeless. Her breasts had filled and rounded very nicely in the cocoon. Oli would have liked them. Of course, he would have liked them no matter how they had turned out. Thinking of Oli made her sad. It always did..