The sole item of clothing that he currently wore was a pair of tatty pants.They were barely held aloft by a thin, equally ratty-looking rope. The fray...d legs of the pants didn’t extend far past his knees even though the crotch hung nearly halfway there.To be honest, if he didn’t have such a large cock when flaccid, the baggy pants would have been hard-pressed to stay up at all, they were tied so poorly. The white pants were so thin with age and hung so low on his hips that if he had a hair on. Par subah dekha to wo bilkul normal thi mene usse bat ki to wo pehle se alag lag rahi thi aur humne sath me khana khaya aur phir se me use chodne ka sochne laga . Rat ho gai aur hum sath me so gaye par mujhe kaha nind aane wali thi me to usko nihare jaa raha tha aur ab mujhse nhi raha gaya me uske gal ko sehlane laga. Dhire dhire uske hotho to chune laga ab mujhese raha nhi gaya aur ek hath boobs par rakhker dabane laga to wo ek dum uth gai aur bolne lagi ye kya kar rahe bhaiya to mene kaha. .. turns it upside down and gives it a little shake ... and chuckles ... Thirty four years ... yes ... he is just a little mad. Thirty four years.He takes each bag and hangs it on the hook with the correct number, tidies up, turns and locks the door and makes his way out of the basement. Thirty four years.He has always been the last to ride the elevator to the lobby, he steps across the blue circle with the white eagle and out the door.He works for the CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY and he is a. So, I noticed, did Mrs Crawford. That's when Istarted to feel weird."Whoa, that's...I...what's happening?"Before my eyes Mrs Crawford was beginning to change, grey hair growingdarker and longer, her wrinkles fading away as she grew younger, like oneof those slideshow morphs they make from photographs taken of someonedown the years.Nor was she the only one changing. I could feel myself growing shorter,weaker, older, my butt expanding and my tight six-pack abs becominglooser and flabbier as they.