I imagined I’d be sweeter- everything was probably sweeter coming from those lips. I let him follow me into the stairwell at work where, at the top,...he approached me from behind. Before I felt his hands wrap around my waist, I felt his lips. Oh, his lips. The skin on my neck melted on contact with each kiss. Every slow, wet, tender kiss. I felt each one in my whole body. He continued to suck at my neck as I slowly slid one of his hands down the front of my pants, not wasting time to play with. "You just promise to let me know if this charade works, you cocky bastard!" he said with a huge grin. We both thought my sister was hot but he is short and not at all good looking, so I doubt he would have a chance of getting up to the plate with her. Can't blame him for hoping though. I changed into my Spiderman outfit and he looked at me and said, "Jesus fucking Christ, didn't they have one in your size?!"I looked where he was looking and saw my five inches of soft flaccid dick tucked down my. Shut up don’t move or say anything bitch. “Get off meI’m gonna call the cops.”I was terrified by now but my dick was hard as steel. She started screaming I clapped my hand over her mouthwhich only got me bit. If anyone came around the cornerand saw this woman fighting me with half my dick up herass I was screwed. I pulled my shirt off and wrapped itaround her face. I grabbed the ends and pulled it tightacross her mouth muzzling any further screams. Something about her. ” “OK, Sis.” I was beginning to feel all the symptoms of dropping blood sugar. It shouldn’t have been a surprise. I had had a very long and active day – then, Sandra. My erection had been continuous for at least an hour and a half, probably longer and I had been in an intensely heightened state of excitement since I’d opened Sandra’s bedroom door. The thing about insulin shock is that by the time you actually feel the symptoms, you don’t have much time. You do something about it or you pass.