I smiled when I thought of a good exercise he could do. That night when he got into bed I came into his room and started giving him a hard time about ...xercising his hand. I told him with a smile that he needed a good reason to exercise. I then climbed on his bed with my PJ’s on and strattled him putting my pussy directly on his cock. I pulled my shirt off, grabbed his hands and put them on my tits and said “now squeeze.” He smiled and did what his big sister told him to do. It was painful but. Missy glanced at him every few seconds, noting with a bit of fear the vein that throbbed in his jaw and neck. She was out of the truck and into the house in a heartbeat, but her heart sank as she saw her bedroom with its empty doorway. Bob was behind her in a second, as angry as she’d ever seen him. He walked her briskly, almost on her toes, down the hall and into her room. He sat on her bed and pulled her down over his lap, her face on the bed, feet dangling out into the room like a two. "I was babbling but that didn't matter - I thought he was going to die. He inhaled deeply in what I later learned was an effort to not cum all over his hand. I knew his answer but wanted to hear it anyhow. He groaned and kept his words short. "I think more is better."I felt my body get red hot and my heart raced. Everything went numb. "Fuuuck" I groaned. "I'm gonna fucking cum..." Don't worry about making a mess." He reassured as I began pumping my dick straight in the air. I stared down at. Her bra adjusted as her breasts grew smaller. The heels on her shoes became smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing as the shoes became a pair of flat sandals.Betty felt her body body relax as it continued to shrink. Something had been bothering her, but she couldn't remember what. Maybe that man there, whoever he was. He seemed familiar, but she wasn't really sure.By now, Betty was no more than twelve. Her womanly curves diminishing. Her breasts now gradually disappearing back into.