"What?" I exclaimed with surprise, "A corset?" From above, the first of the large tubes slid slowly down the wall. Just as it reached my head I made u... my mind and slid my body into it, arms first, then my head and shoulders. It was also very loose, so I slid easily into it. The corset moved slowly down, eventually settling at my waist. It was long, stretching from my crotch all the way to my underarms."Unh!" I looked down in surprise. Built into the bra cups of the corset were large falsies. I went at it like a desperate man will - greedily, hungry for all of him. I began to stroke my own stiff 7-incher. Every so often, I'd stroke Mike with my hand, the spit working as lube, the foreskin rolling back and forth in my palm. By now his legs were stiff, and his cock rock-hard. "Oh, man, " he said softly. "Careful, dude. You're gonna make me cum." "Go ahead," I said, plunging back down onto his meatpole. He began to fuck my mouth in in earnest now that he knew I could take it. His. Oh yeah, she's the subject of this story.I remember playing tag with a midget in a pink tutu while all the adults thanked me for keeping the young'uns occupied. Roxanne has filled out nicely since then. She's now a half-head shorter than me, which is pretty impressive considering how tall I am. Thick brown hair almost as dark as mine is matted around her neck and shoulders, greasy from working in a Friday's-like restaurant kitchen followed by a night of dancing with her girlfriends. Dark eyes. I was resolute; my fate was sealed.That’s what I kept telling myself, anyway.Finally we reached his floor and he let me exit first. I could feel his eyes on my body even more acutely now, and though it made me slightly nervous, each zing of the electric energy between us became hotter.He unlocked the door to his apartment and we walked in.“Sorry,” he murmured, speaking for the first time since we left the restaurant. “It’s a bit messy.”It wasn’t at all, actually, but I figured he was a neat.