So much so that the moisture had run down my legs. A craving had started inside me. I didn't want this craving, but I couldn't help it. I had to have ... manhood inside me. As each mate showed up, I would quietly ask him to place his manhood inside me. But they didn't. I started to beg for it, then I began to scream for it. They had turned me into a wanton whore."She blinked a tear from her eyes. The cabin boy excused himself and left."The next morning we were in a harbor. The men continued to. At least that is what I used to think until this oneincredible weekend. It was Saturday morning. I enjoyed Saturdaymornings. There is no alarm to stab you in the ear; your wife is thererested and usually willing to be "friendly". I woke up on my own andsaw her starting to stir as well. Today was the one Saturday a monthshe usually went off with her friends. She took Thursday evenings withher friends too. Even on Saturday, she didn't leave this early. Shehad been so hot two nights ago, I was. June 21, Friday: Doctor Westmeir was away at a Medical Convention, so one of the other doctors took my measurements. I didn't care for the man, all of my questions were greeted with noncommittal grunts or lopsided smiles. I have lost some more weight, but not quite as fast as I had been. Hopefully, I've stopped this mad head long rush to a child sized body. June 30th Sunday: I think that I've hit the zenith of the changes, and have actually started to gain some weight back. Or at. "Before I could respond she lowered herself onto me. "Lick my pussy, suck his creamy cum from me," she said.Hesitantly, my tongue slowly licked her pussy and for the first time ever, I tasted another man's cum, it was around her pussy lips and more seemed to be oozing out all the time. "That's it, taste my lover's sperm, eat my pussy, eat it all up," she urged me on.Her pussy was soaking and as my tongue probed inside, more cum flowed out. It tasted strange but not bad. I accepted the task in.