"This put the cookout in a whole new light and I immediately anticipatedwhat a great time it would be to hang out with Megan for hours. Who caredabout...Beth and her giggles. Megan would shut her up for sure."Now, do you like any of these?" Couldn't we get something in a bolder color? These all look kind ofwashed out." Hmm. I didn't think you would want a hot pink one." No. I'm not wearing pink."My mother smiled. "Well, pastels are all they seem to have, if youdiscount the pinks. I think these. She looked very serious about what she was doing, so Bill sat down at the small wooden table in a corner of the kitchen. He was hoping that all the food he saw cooked wasn't for him. He exercised regularly but had found the best way to fight the middle-age spread was to limit his foods intake. Seeing her frown when he mentioned not eating he figured the best course of action would be to eat whatever she put before him and complement her highly on her culinary skills.Bill found out later that. It wasn't possible, but it appeared to be shrinking. And thearm - his very own arm to which his hand was attached - was alsoslimming noticeably. When he held his hand up in front of his face,Dave was stunned, not only by its smaller size, but also the longer,more slender fingers and the long fingernails painted dark red."What's going on?" he asked, his trembling voice cracking.His hands reached up to his chest. Although he saw nothing out of theordinary with his own eyes, his hands impossibly. He introduced himself as Peter and asked me to enter and explain.I opened the door and took his hand. It was a nice hand; soft but strong and large. He had no wedding ring in his fingers…He said he was sorry by being naked in front of me; but I thought I could never forget the sight of that huge cock bouncing from side to side.I invited him a coffee, hoping something good could happen…As we were chatting, he reached out and touched my hand. Then I stood up and led him upstairs to the master.