I looked in the mirror. Perhaps at this time, I realized that this had tobe real ... before this, it all could have been a very weird-ass and scarydr...am, but this transformation was real. I was now a beautiful, shapely,red-haired young woman."You like?" she said, smiling."I definitely like," I replied, smiling back at her. "No fine-tuningneeded at all." |=-+-=|"Well," she said, "I don't know about that. Because of the situation,God's willing to toss a few. Crystal parked the Dodge along the back fence and got out.Scooter got out of the car and checked out the scene. There was a short-bodied school bus, painted brown with a big "Canyon Tours" logo, and a big pickup truck with a flatbed trailer parked in front of the steel building. The trailer was stacked with five light blue rafts. They were bigger than the ones she was used to from back east, but they never carried any gear back there except maybe for a cooler full of drinks on hot days as the. He was no fitness fanatic hence his protruding belly. I had known him as a neighbour for most of my life but never thought of him in any other way than neighbour, and 'the big bloke down the road' so the events of the last few months have taken me, pleasantly by surprise. It was a pleasantly warm June day. There he was, stood over me all 6'4" of him. Ok so he wasn't the specimen he was in his prime, but at 63 he still cut a fine shape. All of about sixteen stone and a musky smell of sweat and. I needed to get laid, that’s why I did what I did. It was good for a while, getting out of the house isn’t a problem, the kids are in school, Bert is either working or sleeping. I have a lot of free time so I put it to good use. But then he started getting greedy, he wanted more than two or three fucks a month. The first time he called me at home, I dropped him like he was venomous. I tried again, another date last month, but as soon as he stuffed his dick in, I didn’t exist for him. In.