Marigold laughed, "Yeah. Except that I would get some mighty harsh looks around here if I called it that." You mean the stuff when you put rat DNA in ...omatoes?"Marigold laughed again, "That's what protestors say we do. Nobody mixes plant and animal DNA for actual planting. All we're doing in Ghana is planting some legumes that can survive the harsh weather better and have more protein than normal." I don't know," said Dawn uncertainly. "I just remember hearing a lot of bad stuff about. This was *not* a good thing. The tradition of practices at major competitions held that, even though it was only a practice, you dressed almost as well as you did for the competition. You were being watched. However, as Warren and Sophia always joked, theirs was "a budget operation." Sophia had exactly one decent practice dress--and she was saving that for some of the later practices. She took the ice in her usual practice attire--a black leotard with black tights. Warren, for his part, was. This broad can really suck a cock, Gary. I'm already about to blow." Joe gasped.I know, and that ain't all she'll do. Is there anything you've ever wanted to do with or to a slut but were afraid to ask? This slut will do it. Just asked." Really? Anything?" Jim asked."Yep, anything." There is this one thing I've been kind of embarrassed to ask for." Jim hesitated. "Do you think she'll let me fuck her in the ass?"About that time, Joe groaned and fed Sandy a load of cum down her throat. She licked. The bookie made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the race. He collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the Priest would bless next.He bet big on it, and it won.As the races continued the Priest kept blessing horses, and each one ended up winning.The bookie was elated.He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the Priest’s next blessing that would.