She loved it. Her eyes went big, and I could see her drooling. She wanted nothing better than to have his pork in her mouth.But I didn't want that yet... I wanted her to anticipate fucking him. I wanted to build her guts to a solid groan from the thoughts of having his enormous yang in her hole. So I told her we wouldn't have them fuck yet. Instead we would do something else."But how will I know how it feels if I don't try him?" she asked like a little girl wheedling a nickel for an all-day. I wake up on the Monday morning a few days later, have a bath, and dress to be comfortable on a long trip: nice warm tracksuit pants, t-shirt with collar, and a long warm coat. I look like an overage student on a back packing holiday. Leaving the house at 7:10 a.m. I’m at the road in time to catch the 7:30 a.m. bus into Wagga Wagga. I take the taxi to the airport and the mid-morning flight to Sydney. I only have the one bag, and it qualifies as ‘carry on’ luggage. A couple of hours later, in. When guys asked me for my number I would usually tell them there was little point as I was so rarely there, so I would ask for their number and if they wouldn't give me a home number it was probably because there was a wife who could answer the phone. It was a simple test, but effective. Jack had no problem about giving me his home number, my vibes told me he wouldn't. Strangely, as we said goodnight I had a moment of sadness. I wanted to go on talking with this man, something that had rarely. It reached a couple inches past my belly button, leaving only a couple inches between it and the bottoms of my B-cup tits. Hmm, why not make those tits D cups? I was in the shower, after all; I could do whatever I wanted. I imagined my tits engorging, and sure enough, there they were. My dime-sized areolas didn’t look quite right against my new big tits, but I didn’t really care. Aside from my new tits and cock, I looked like Sam. I reached down and played with my balls, which ran a shiver down.