She clutched her husband's arm and sat unmoving, as she stared straight ahead.Miss Potts, the Sunday school teacher for this class, took her place at ...he front of the room and opined, "Well, I guess it takes someone famous to get some of you to attend church. But never mind I am glad to see so many of you here in attendance, no matter what the reason." The Durans were unaware of their newfound celebrity. They sat and listened quietly to the well-presented lesson. Although Sister Potts may not. "Whew," I said."You've got to keep doing it," Molly said. "Every other day. Six sets of twenty. Switch your hands between each set." Right," I said. I got off the seat, and Molly adjusted the weight back to fifty. Then she sat and started pulling down. It looked so easy when she did it. I stood behind her and watched her work. "The key is to do low weights with lots of repetitions," she said. "Do it every other day-- alternate with running."I wanted to feel her while she worked, to touch her. He had a game room in his basement with a pool table, darts, etc and was sure I'd find something to entertain myself with. With almost no hesitation, I accepted his offer! The 1-1/2 hour drive flew by. I wasn't certain, but thought that Vince was seducing me. And while I had really wanted to find a way to dress over the next couple of days, my desire to explore sex with men was strong enough to see where this might lead. Vince practically talked my ear off on the drive, but he had a way. She stopped in mid-lift and her eyes got real big and then she squealed, rolled over to show me her fine ass and bulging vulva and started to crawl away. I pounced on her, pulled her to me and let my fast-hardening ram slide up her tight-lipped crack and poke at her tiny clit under its fold of skin. I don’t remember who showed where that thing hid, some girl I ate. She whimpered and I stroked gently with my horn as my hands filled with her bare boobs. It sort of looked like she had grown a cock.