Feeling too conspicuous when I was younger, I didn’t like being tall and always slouched when walking down the corridors at school. Now I like being...able to look over the crowd of average height women. Chances are, a welcomed bonus, with me being so tall, I’ll always be thin. ‘Damn, where does she put all that food? With her being so thin, she must have one Hell of a metabolism. She can eat me under the table. I’ve never seen anyone eat so much food so fast at one sitting,’ said one man to his. Doug suddenly felt his cock stretching to beyond its usual length and throbbing as well with blood rushing to it. Reaching downstairs in the living room; Doug saw Mel’s body spread all over the sofa; the empty coffee mug on the center table, Mel saw towards Doug and motioned him to come take a seat on the sofa on his side. Douglas could feel him pretty mellow like himself due to the alcohol mixed in the hot coffee and that was the reason, he did not protest or object Mel’s warm large hand on. "My Lord, I cannot," I said with a shake of my head."It is not hard," He said. In the dim light of the bed chamber He wore the guise of a man. But even there I could see He was more than 'just' a man. He was perfect in all ways: strength, power, presence, a beautiful man that shamed all other men by comparison. Even my brother Hektor was but a pale reflection of Him."Come," He said softly, taking a step toward me, His hand out."My Lord, no," I said, clutching the blanket to my breast. "Ask. Max reached into her purse and pulled out her make-up case. Here, lets fix you up, Max said as she held her lipstick to Kimberlys teenaged face. I should be able to make you look old enough to pass as eighteen or nineteen. Kimberly was thrilled at the prospect of looking older than her eighteen years. This was the fantasy of most teenaged girls and here Maxine Stewart, a highly respected member of her fathers police department, was helping her do exactly that. After a few moments work, Max.