." Chris attempted, but failed."Oh, I wouldn't bother trying to talk Chrissie dear, your throat is still *really* tender."Chris drifted back to sleep,...and eventually woke up enough to manage to indicate he wanted to get up off the bed. Slowly his bandages were removed, bit-by-bit, and Chris gawked in horror at his body. He was small. Really small. Like a little girl who hadn't quite hit puberty yet, or was maybe about to. A little girl. He'd just referred to himself as a likeness to a little. ” Mom asked her what she meant and Grandma explained that she had a craft basket in the cellar and she planned to make something from her old hose some day.My mind raced and my heart skipped several beats. I had to know about the basket in the basement. A few days later I returned to my grandparent’s house to weed the flower beds. They lived approximately nine or 10 blocks from my house and it was a very quick and easy bike ride between the two. While I was in the basement looking for the. Her small breasts had a nice bit of plumpness to them, A-cups, but on the verge of something bigger. Her nipples were hard, thrusting from small areolas. They were barely more than rings of pink around those hard nubs. Then she wiggled her hips, her fingers shoving into the waistband of her jeans. She lifted her ass to push them down, her legs thrusting up in the air. She kicked off her jeans, exposing her lithe legs. She had a pink pair of panties with bands of white lace down the crotch.Those. In the bedroom, a large white bed. I was looking at your subjects eyes. Sip of wine, then another. Yours, now empty glass I placed on the bedside table, next to the bed. I started to undress. Your hands wander blindly following kr?g?o?ciach my body. At the moment przystan??e? the chest. Wtuli?e? in no face, kissed, leaving a pleasant warmth and excitement. Breasts became swollen and hardened nipples, jutting proudly. Head tilted slightly back. The mouth came gentle moans. You took me in his.