Six-one, ripply muscles, wavy blond hair, not an ounce of fat on him, he could easily be a model ... or a porn star, I thought."Well, I think you're p...etty lucky to have such a good looking guy and one who's so nice as well. I hope I can find someone like him someday as well."We talked a bit longer, then all went to bed. I read for a while, then turned out the light and was rubbing myself to sleep when the door opened and Sheila asked quietly, "You still awake?" Yeah, just turned out the light,. . painfully real. I tried to stand once more and after almost falling over I got the hang of standing on my new feet and slowly walked up the stairs holding onto the handrail so I would not fall. I went to walk through the door and walked right into the door jam. Finding this odd, as I have never hit my head on the door jam before I decided to see how tall I was. I went and got a tape measure to see how tall I stood. I was shocked to find out that I stood 8.5 feet tall now. The day passed by. She raised her hips, and the flimsy garment was soon off. His eager tongue lapped at her sex, the breasts forgotten as he concentrated on her clitorise, her head fell back, her breathing increasing as the wonderful feelings of this eager young lover`s enthusiastic tonguing overtook her once more. Her hips rose once more to allow him better access and without warning she began to climax, an eye rolling bells and whistles affair that left her drained. He seemed unstoppable tonight, the assault. I was moaning in pain and was bending more so he could enter easily.Tarun was watching me getting fucked. He was watching my movements and was staring at my breast. In some time Yash orgasmed inside me and went to the washroom. I sat on the bed and his friend offered me tea. I took the cup and he was continuously watching my naked body.I was enjoying it though. I kept exposing my body to him. Tarun murmured that Yash must be enjoying you a lot and he went.The same thing continued till our last.