What Annabel was most worried about was the slumbering monster hanging between his legs.
She looked down between them at it. Perhaps their new height disparity exaggerated the effect a little. It was, after all, a few inches closer than she was used to but there was no doubt that his p***s had grown with him.
"It's like, almost as big as you used to be hard, only soft."
"Bullshit. There's no way," Chris balked at the thought.
Annabel caught her inquisitive little companion barrelling down her forearm towards the huge member and quickly scolded the little dragon.
"Time out, Bartholomew, give us little space here. This is serious."
He looked up at her balefully, before complying with his mistress' wishes. The tiny tattoo retreated slowly to his resting place around her belly button and
