”“What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means that every time we’ve been together with the Reverend Jericho Cross, he always ogled my tits, my... ass, my legs, and my pussy just a little too long for comfort. And he’s ogled Laurie that way in my presence as well. I’ve noticed it from the time she started growing puffies.”“Come on Beth, I think you’re fantasizing.”Laughing out loud she said, “No attractive female must fantasize about the fact that whenever a horny man is around, he’s thinking about. It is what it is – a rut.” “Stop saying it’s a rut! That’s what happens to people who get divorced. We aren’t… that,” I argued. “Alright… how often are you fucking?” she asked. “Lindsay!” I was a little shocked, but not really. That’s exactly who Lindsay is and we’ve been friends for almost Twenty years. “We still… shit… I guess it’s been a couple months.” “Like I said – rut!” she shot back, proud of herself. “You should fuck other people to get that spark back. I have some other friends. I mean, not to everyone, but I would love to show my titties to you and Jerry. That is, if I had some to show - My bra is a padded bra - my titties aren’t really titties, they are barely nipples.”I saw the back door to the dressing room ahead of us and hurried them toward the door.“Sherry, let’s take Shelly into the first room on the left. We only have a few minutes, and I want Shelly to have a body to match yours.”“JERRY! Could you actually do that? I mean, right now?”Sherry pulled her into. The bikini.As he picked up the bikini, a small part of his mind screamed in horror,but that was shut out by the Ada's voice in his head repeating the wordshe had earlier spoke. "Taller..." George looked in the mirror and wassurprised when he seemingly grew a couple of inches. He was relativelyshort for his age, but that made him a more effective running back.As he raised a hand to touch the mirror, the voice continued. "Firmstomach..." He looked with some confusion as his six pack abs rippled.