But I can make it big if you wanna see." More breath-holding."OK, lemme see."I stood up and unzipped my pants again. I was really nervous by now, so...it had shrunk back down to its normal little fingertip size. I pulled down my pants and showed her."OK, so how do you make it big?" she asked."You gotta promise not to laugh," I said. Kait nodded. "Linda Reed," I began. "Linda Reed, Linda Reed, Linda Reed, Linda Reed." Her name started having the intended effect. My penis started twitching,. Simon was wearing a light blue pair of jogging pants and as we chatted I encourage my skirt to ride up reveling my suspenders and a small amount of skin. I could see a big bulge starting to appear next to his left knee and the shape of his bell end was starting to show through his jogging pants. I could not believe how wet my pussy was getting as I could feel it running out of me. Offering Simon a drink I stood up and walked over to the cupboard because I knew the classes were on the bottom. Her femininity was more than pristine, it was almost too perfect especially when compared to his overfed body that reeked and sagged in a tribute to times ravages. Her silken flowing hair continued to drift gently in the still air accentuating her almond shaped face and long delicious neck crowning the most perfect torso he had ever laid eyes on. Her firm snow white breasts rode her chest majestically and were crowned with delicate pink nipples. The soft skin that covered her tapered tummy and. The phone suddenly rang (as did myheart) - until I heard the recording of the stupid telemarketer. Myeyes watered.I changed into a yellow string bikini bottom, with a boring maleswimsuit over it and went kayaking on the lake in the general directionof the view of my house - it was sunny and nice with lots of boattraffic. I kept looking around to see if I knew anyone ...........but still the phone (in double plastic bags) was quiet. I came inafter a few hours and already being wet, washed the.