She was wearing a very tight-fitting light tan body suit on which her artistic husband had painted nipples, a navel, and other appropriate visual clues.She was wearing a very tight-fitting light tan body suit on which her artistic husband had painted nipples, a navel, and other appropriate visual clues. I kissed her after Denise did, and remarked at how realistic her "costume" was. She laughed and said that Dave had gone to great detail to be sure that no matter what position she was in, it would look realistic. She turned and bent over and Denise gasped then giggled. Her "vulva" appeared from behind, and Dave's work was so realistic that I fought another hard-on. The blonde wig she wore obviously made her "Lady Godiva" for the evening. She led us into the back of the house, where the party was already underway. I stopped at the bar, picking up a drink for each of us, and talked with my favorite bartender (Dave of course). He was dressed as cowboy, and his tanned and lined face made him look the part. I praised Dave's handiwork with Sondra's costume and scanned the room while he told me how Sondra modeled for it. I tried not to listen, fighting to keep my cock from becoming obvious. There was a cave woman in a fake tiger-skin, some guy dressed as Tarzan (or should that be "undressed"?), a couple of women dressed as old-west saloon dancers (with figures that matched), Christopher Columbus (I guessed), and a gal dressed as Cleopatra. There were too many others to mention, except for two gals that got my attention. One gal was dressed as a "southern belle" and the other (who first peaked my curiosity) was dressed as a buffalo scout. She had an obviously fake moustache, but what seemed peculiar was that even with her tight fitting cowhide costume, her breasts seemed almost non-exist- ant. I wondered if perhaps I was looking at a feminine guy. |