‘Too’ and ‘to’ were both actual words, and ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ both looked good to me while I was typing it. I wasn’t about to sho... anyone what I was doing, this was my little secret, and so I just aimlessly plowed ahead. I guess maybe I should have made an outline or at least jotted down a few ideas but I knew better, I was a budding author or so I thought to myself. This wasn’t going to be a Pulitzer winning novel, only a sexy short story, something that had just enough sucking and fucking to. She looked at me quite meaningfully and then grasped the shaft of my cock in a gentle, exploratory grip and whispered huskily in my ear: ‘Something about this size would be so much nicer,’ she said. The next two hints were even more blatant. On both occasions, while the nozzle was deep inside her and the water slowly filling her, she asked me if I thought about putting my cock in there too. The second time, she actually reached around and began working the nozzle slowly in and out of her. I was surprised at how easy it was, and how hard I came. When I was done, he put me on my knees and unbuttoned himself. He rubbed his dick on my face and on my tits. When cum started to leak, he rubbed the cum on my lips. "Lick your lips, bitch," he ordered me. I did it. He tasted foul. "Open your mouth," he ordered. He was much smaller than Tony was, smaller even than my husband. He put his dick in my mouth and ordered me to suck on it. He slapped my face and ordered me to keep my teeth off. After finishing a big helping of peach cobbler pie and ice cream, I got up from the table, excusing myself, so that I could go to the bathroom and work what ever kind of magic I had to make myself younger.Looking into the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, I pictured myself looking the way I did when I was 22 and watched my body rapidly change into the youthful version of myself that I had imagined. Within seconds, looking back at me was a 22yrs.old, 6ft 3inch, 200pound blond headed farm.