The possibility of having toendure this transformation even a day longer than he had to wasunthinkable. Mick was determined to become his old self ag...in.She had him stand back up and undress her slowly, making him stoke andkiss each portion of her fabulous body as he uncovered it. Mick wassoon panting, his mini-dick standing up, a mere two inches at fullerection, and proportionatly slender. Denuded of pubic hair, his crotchlooked pre-pubescent. Shame made him blush as his new inadequacy,. The dumb bell almost dropped from my hands to notice him totally naked and all wet. He just showed no concern at all and stayed naked like that while we talked a little about the weights and exercises. Then he had me lay down on the bench for the bench presses; came over my head for spotting me. He stood exactly over my head with his big and thick, cut manly dick which looked beautiful hanging down very close to my face. Surely my huge boy cock had gone hard as hell in my shorts; that he. He might assume that things had calmed down, and think it safe to come back to his favorite hunting ground. That was another reason I had been going to the park at night lately. When I was younger, I used to enjoy teasing the dirty old men that hung around the playground by giving them little peep shows. A quick glimpse up my dress when I came down a slide, or letting my skirt fall down when I hung from my knees on the jungle gym were two of my favorites. It had been so much fun teasing the. Without looking I bend over and pick up the first book. I feel his glare all over me. A few minutes or two pass by and I put the book back. I reach for the second book on the bottom shelf not even realizing what I am grabbing. It was one of the “Grey” books. Fuck. I put it back and he starts walking towards me. I bend over and grab the Third book. He is now almost directly behind me. I stand up and start to fake read the book. He leans over to me and says. “My name is Mr. Smith. Your husband.