I cant stop... I should... but I can't my legs are trembling just with the thought of him. It's no longer my hands moving...my whole body is moving to...ards my fingers... I want it to be him. I dont dare to open my eyes. I dont want his image to disappear. When suddenly I hear a knock on the door, and without waiting for the answer he enters the room. Luckily enough, by that time, my hands are out, and although I am still short of breath and slightly bewildered and still oh so horny for him... I. Then I'll see what I'll do, if anything, in the way of trying to find out what's going on.During the next couple of months, the "problem" as I begun calling it, has continued its slow progression. My pecs now looked quite soft and almost flabby, with a somewhat pronounced gathering of excess flesh behind my wider nipples, my penis was now only about 4" long and my testicles have drawn up close to my body. In addition, I've lost some weight and height, about 20 lbs. and nearly 2". Most of the. ””Deal,” Tina replied.Three days later over breakfast, Tina announces, “I talked to my friends, there is considerable interest as long as we establish a few rules.””What rules?””You just eat them out. They won’t take off any of their clothes, just their panties. Absolutely no sex. You stay fully clothed. And one more thing, they don’t want you to know who they are or you recognizing them.””How does that work?””As soon as they text me I blindfold you. I will wrap your entire head in a thick. I remembered sitting on the toilet earlier today looking at my bright pink nylon and white lace panties, resisting the urge to play with myself. They looked so arousing against my pale, hairless legs. I blushed slightly and smiled at what a dirty little pervert I was wearing slutty lingerie under my t-shirt and pant in college. It wasn't something I ever did, but this morning, after taking off my pink baby doll nighty and satin panties I thought how shameful it would be to do that. At first, I.