I held her above me, so I could see her face (and besides I liked the way her tits brushed on my chest) and kissed her – her nose, her chin, and the... she giggled. ‘Your hair is tickling my – uh – mm- …’ ‘Your nipples?’ ‘Yeah, tickles.’ ‘Well, come here and kiss me.’ And we did, she was barely learning about French kissing, I have said she was a rank beginner, knew nothing at all, and here we were kissing naked. I don’t know about her but that twisted my little brain. I was probing her with my. Post lunch, around 2.30 she was talking about some political topic as we were watching news. I was partially concentrating on her and the news with the other half thinking over the issue again and again.All of a sudden in midst of the political discussion, she asked me, “Do you feel bad about me?” I was like … “WHAT? What happened mom?” – In fact I was over tensed and loud with this question. I couldn’t behave normal since I was not having enough patience to act accordingly. She said,. I need a plan.Another week has gone by and my mind has come up blank on anything practical. I thought of walking around naked, hoping to perhaps catch him peeping back, but I don't have the courage.I also thought of asking for help with some plumbing issues but that seems too cliche, so here I am hovering around my window again. My fingers prick my clit as my imagination begins swirling. "Todays the day," I tell myself, while I wait impatiently in the darkness of my guest bedroom.Time ticks by. I was hanging by my wrists from the wall. I tried to move, and felt something flap against my legs. I looked down and saw that my dick had grown. Well, I was already well endowed, but what I saw there was not mine. It was at least a foot long, and four or five inches thick. It was the size of a horse dick! My balls were the size of tennis balls! I had no idea when this happened, or why, but I had a shrewd idea. Just as I thought of this, the woman walked in again. Once again she wordlessly.