On the way up in size I was probably the most comfortable around the 200-220 pound area.I really should start doing something for exercise. Swimming w...uld be my preference, but walking or maybe hiking might be an alternative I could get behind. I would never be a jogger. I always hated the running requirements in the service. Lifting weights might also be acceptable, I’ll have to look into that. Try to start some sort of regimen soon, something to be more active.I dressed in the shorts I bought. ..I was face to face with her pussy...Shiny nylons soaked with her juices were almost glowing under the light from the ceiling. "Please, touch...." she barely could mumble I took a second and thought to myself...what am I getting into...but she was luring me in, I couldn't resist this, her minx powers were over the top here. I slid my hand on her thigh, moving in, closing in on pussy...my fingers finally reached her nylon encased pussy she reacted like she was waiting that touch for a 1000. "Was Calvin Corso my rider?" 'Fraid not," I said."Then who was it?" C'mon, you know I'm not allowed to say. What I can tell you is yourrider was getting it on with two hot women all week, only one of whomwas a mount." Alright! So he was a stud. Cool. But then with a body like this it'seasy to see why a dude like that would choose me as his mount. Imean, could there be a better way to maximize his appeal to theladies?" Only if he also had access to your natural modesty. Shouldn't you bewearing. "Oh, ah... Bert... Bert... Oh, what did he say his last name was... Bert somethin'" she said peering around the other side of the building, then shielding her eyes from the sun as she scanned the rest of the area visually."Bert. Well, I guess there couldn't be that many Berts around," I said, mostly to myself.I began building up energy for a pulse, then when it was ready, I let it go."Found him. Whoops, found two. Nope three. Shit. Bert must be more popular than I thought. Okay. Which is it?.