I didn't question them as much as let them talk. In the small town's idea of a supermarket, I met several old men sitting on benches outside. They wer... talking while the womenfolk shopped. I sat with them a while before I introduced myself."You don't look like no writer," The youngest of the old men commented."That's what they say every time I send my picture to a publisher." Don't get many strangers round here, don't never get no writers," the man continued. "You in town for that festival out. The hand that was holding the wishbone snapped loudly, and popped,shrinking slightly. Simon's fingers became slimmer, changing from hiscalloused, thick body builder hands to dainty and soft. His nails grewa half inch from his fingertips, perfectly manicured.As the changes finished in his hand, the hot burning sensation dieddown as it continued up his arm. His forearm detached all of his hair,releasing them so they floated gently to the ground. His muscle massshrunk dramatically, his forearm. John grabbed the remote from the head board and turned on his little TV. We all laid there together naked on John's bed, watching TV for about a half hour. Then, I felt John's hand slide over my leg and onto my pussy. I quickly glanced down and saw that he had one hand on each of our pussies and his cock was growing bigger. John was back! I moved my legs apart for him and just laid there enjoying his massaging my pussy. His fingers felt slippery so I knew I was still very wet. After. “I bet I could get you rock hard anytime I want””How would you do that?” I said pulling off the shirt I had tried on. Clara stepped out of her jeans and right up to where I was sitting so that her boobs where practically in my face. She smiled at me, took one of my hands in hers and pulled it up to her mouth, wrapping her lips around one of my fingers and sucking it. Then, with the cutest look on her face, Clara slowly took my finger out of her mouth moved it down, over her body and into her.