It didn't work so well the first time, so I asked if we could do it again, because I wanted to be able to do it right. We kept trying a few times, and...every time after I got a little more adventurous and grabbed a little harder or wrapped my fingers around more instead of just barely touching. She realized the change in my grasp and asked what that was about, but I just said it was because I needed a better grip to make the push go better. I'm sure she didn't totally believe me, but I kept. Looking down at his ownbody, he had lost everything that she would find attractive. The musclehad dissolved and his body was flat and featureless. He had alsoshrunk, it seemed, though not by more than the length of a hand. Anddown at the base of his stomach, his once proud manhood had drawn intoitself like a turtle into its shell. He wondered if it was still amanhood buried inside there, or if it had already begun its owntransformation.When he arrived back at the fire, Silent Crow looked. I tilted my head back and moaned softly, grinding my soaked panties against his rock hard erection. He wrapped his arms around me, stood and laid me back on the desk. I could feel the papers and mail beneath me, but didn’t care. He leaned back just long enough to pull off my panties and toss them aside, he reached in his desk drawer and pulled out something that I could hear crinkle. I figured it was a condom and I thanked the heavens for a prepared man. He ripped the package open and rolled. I finished peeing, shook off the drippers, turned around and there was Claire. She’d come back with the pizza and came looking for me to offer me some.“What you doing” she asked. I was so embarrassed that she’d sneaked up on me. “well”? and without thinking I said, “Sorry Claire, I’m a bit drunk and you know I so want to see your tits, I……I came back here to have a wank thinking about them!” I don’t even to this day know why I said it.Claire stood there in front of me, it wasn’t like this.