They wore long, loose-fitting T-shirts, jeans and sneakers..Matilda didn't want any interaction with these women, so she just turned her back on them....She pulled out her phone, looked down at its screen, damn it she thought to herself no signal.Her eyes shot open, her body jerking to attention.Someone's hand was touching her rear!Given the three weird small women were standing so close behind her on the small deck, she put it off as just an accident. That is, until that same hand began to. He wanted to put his fingers between her legs and make her moan… But that was wrong; wrong wrong wrong. Looking at the merchandise was one thing; playing with it was another. If he broke it, he was fucked, he knew. And he loved Connie; he could damage her horribly if he tried anything, and of course he didn’t want that. So the idea came to him; he’d masturbate in front of her. Oh, he’d make it seem casual, like he was surprised that she’d walked in on him. Then he would gauge her. "Even if it were possible to swapagain, you aren't getting this body back! It's mine now, and I'mkeeping it. I see you've kept Marla's body in great shape too. You'd becrazy to give that up. You look good!" Thanks." I smiled at the compliment.The ice was broken, and we enjoyed the rest of our lunch. Shirleybrought me up to date with his life. He had been a couple years behindme and just graduated this spring. The Great Shift had given me acouple of years, but it had cost him a couple. He is. " Andrea gazed a little into thedistance, thinking about Jerry."Andrea? Andrea!...You like Jerry?" Theresa asked with some doubt.Andrea returned Theresa's gaze. "Well, he, I mean, he is good lookingand all." Yes, I have to agree, he is. Not my type, and they're just rumors,who knows how true they are. Jerry Wilton. Hmmm."Andrea blushed a little, "I mean, he is nice and all, but...." That's all right, I understand. I can think of a few other girls whoprobably feel that way about him."They.