"What's your name?"
"Is Bill. Does it matter? I've got the key," he says wickedly.
His hand fumbles with the key, his thumb doesn't seem opposable anymore. He frowns.
The lock clicks. His skin is getting darker and greener.
"I'm here from Florida State on break," he explains as he drops trou.
You gasp, a long scaly green tail is visible between his legs.
"You've got tail," you gasp.
"I'm goin' to get some tail," he says climbing up. His skin is getting rough and bumpy, but his cock looks like it's shrinking.
He penetrates you with his dwindling green woody, and shouts, "Go Gators!"