Mystomach had washboard muscle rippling with every move that I made. Isuspected that the tanning booth was contributing more to my change than thetrai...ing sessions?I could not resist looking in the mirror and was startled to see myreflection.I looked like a young professional wrestler! But I had smoother lookingmuscles that were not deformed by steroids.My jaw was appeared square with a faint resemblance to picture of a bankpresident from some long lost currency picture. And, I had a lot. His adversary, Big Daddy, was already sitting there, and motioned to an empty seat next to him. As he sat down the older man put his arm around him “Good match, well done“ he said. “You too“ was the reply. “I think we could become friends man”. And so the two men settled down together to watch the next matches.The next day Big Daddy called The Awesome One in the morning. “Hey Richard, I had a fantastic time with you yesterday, and I really, really enjoyed our evening together, wanna hang out. She wasn't in her room whenI looked through the window. But there was a small pink note left on thebed informing me I was to be at her home around 3:00. She also asked meto wear the leotard and tights again, and maybe that cute yellow tutu toaccentuate my curves. She knew I had the yellow tutu because I'd shownher the yellow and pink tutus when she came over to see me in thebridesmaids dress earlier in the week. I pulled out the tights and theblack leotard again, sat on my bed and put on the. And I jumped on her. We were all sweaty, and smelling and we were filled with energy. She was wild. I kissed her hard, and bit her on the lips. She went rogue and tear my t-shirt. She started feeling my body. I just kept her close to my body and my hands were all over her body.She said, “What are you waiting for man?” I removed her t-shirt. I saw her breasts. They were like soft, white pillows made from milk. They were soft and firm at the same time. I kissed them, rolled my fingers all over.