” “Sorry about that!” she smiled. “Not many people live this far out as me and my man Reuben who passed away last year. Now it,s just me and B...bby. Nearest farm to us is five miles away!” she explained.” She took his hand and easily lifted him to his feet. “I don,t mean to stare, but you must be seven feet tall.!” Harry gasped as he took in her size. “Seven feet three inches to be exact, but who cares about the inches!” she laughed. “Sorry to hear about your husbands passing”Harry sympathised.. This occurred in the month of June. So as the summer months went by (far too slowly for my taste!) we got to know each other through chat, e-mail, talking on the phone, and web-camming a bit. It wasn't long before we fell in love... madly, hopelessly, passionately. Thirty-four years her senior, and I adored her... and she, me.As the summer drew to a close, we decided that we had gotten carried away, and with our age difference and me being married, we could only allow ourselves to be. I groaned as I was suddenly caught in the vise like grip of her throat. Despite the fact that this was the first time anyone other than me had touched my cock, and the fact that this was most definitely the first time I’d been given a blow job, I was calm. My hand caressed her face before moving to the back of her head. A little thrust touched her lips to the bottom of my shaft, so I pulled out and listened to the air rush back to her throat. She moaned, gathering the spittle that had formed. "I think it's about time we settled our little argument once and for all," Spider-Girl said. She reached forward and searched for the seam of the Chameleon's mask for a few seconds. Eventually she found it, and despite the Chameleon's struggles against his bonds, began to slowly peel off the latex covering. 'Betty Brant's' neck began to distort, fold, and as Spider-Girl pulled, she watched in amazement as her own face gradually loosened and was removed. With one last tug, the mask came free..