I slid across to sit next tohim and off we went. He stopped at the end of the street and he kissedme again. What the hell am I doing kissing a guy and... maybe even worsewhy did I like it. Why did it feel like butterflies in my stomach whenhis lips were on mine? I opened my purse and took out a Salem from thebright green pack and a pack of matches. What the hell am I doing? HereI am sitting next to some geek in his car, kissing him and lighting up acigarette. Doesn't this girl have any respect for. I looked over at Donna . She had a smile on her face. Back to the tape She was rubbing her hands up and down his back, over his shoulders and down his arms. He flexed a little and his bicep was huge. She rubbed her hands all over his arms, as if admiring his muscles. and his cock was now arching outwards, no longer just hanging down, His cock started to inflate, from his soft 6 inches....to 7... then 8... then 9... and it was now straight out... 10 inches and swelling. His cock head was. I have these light blue eyes that apparently make me super approachable, and I'm tall, almost 6'6" so that's a plus. But I'm not kidding, as soon as I take my shirt off they just melt into my arms. It's just too easy... I step off of the treadmill in my condo and wipe the sweat off my face and chest. I toss the towel into my laundry basket and head towards the bathroom to shower. I stand in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around my waist. I grab my razor and begin to remove the stubble from. When Shelly covered it with latex, it looked like an Adam's apple, and she spoke in a deep baritone."I'll put you in your costume right before the party. It's a surprise," the large man that was my girlfriend informed me. I couldn't get used to Shelly being taller than I was."I'm so glad we got your costume finished with three weeks to go. Now we can relax," I told her... him... whatever.I sat there at the workbench and looked at her standing next to my body double. Beside Shelly, I looked.