Her car is in the shop so we will have to run her home later,” she said then peeked her head out of the bathroom and said, “So, one of us will hav... to be light on the drinks tonight.”I was trying not to rush the evening but I was anxious to get home. I made sure to supply my wife with extra drinks so I would be the one taking Porsche home that evening.When we returned home, my wife did the usual questions to Porsche and paid her for her time and informed her I’d be running her home because she. “Not a lot of fat on you is there?” she said. “Oh thanks! I work out a lot. I’m Tom by the way. I really appreciate this,” said Tom offering her his hand. Zofie accepted his finger tips, avoiding the oily bits. “It’s okay. I’m Zofie.” “Zofie…that’s a nice name.” Tom had never been in a Lamborghini before. He loved the purr of the engine as she turned the ignition and then the throaty roar as she hit the accelerator. Being so low down, speed was emphasized. Tom was surprised by the sheer power. Luckily the curtain just kept getting opened further as he got more and more excited, she had both hands round his massive cock, wanking for all her might, as he fondled her tiny breasts. Suddenly he grabbed her hair and seemed to pull her head back, his cock inches from that cute little face, he said something to her and she let go of his cock and started fondling his balls, as he wanked it instead, pushing it right up to her face, as his knees started buckling, he pulled her head right back. Or he could dress up like a chick. He was frantic, but he was running out of time. He was forced to put on the women's clothes. The strange thing was that they were just his size. The skirt wasn't tight on him, or anything. It was so strange! He hoped he'd find the woman who had *his* stuff. This sucked.The entire crew (other than him) turned out to be women. They all giggled as he passed, dressed up like them. He blushed so much that it looked like he had more makeup on than the girls did. It.