In a way, I think that bothered me even more than the physical changes. "I'm turning into someone else," I sighed, and I didn't mean just my body. It ...ardly seemed believably that someone could have done that to me and my friends. Not to our bodies and our minds. Nor did it seem possible that anyone would do something so drastic to us just because of a lousy joke. What kind of a person would do that to another? Then I started thinking more about James and Carol, wondering how they were doing.. I think they each took something so that I wouldn’t feel bad. I had a yard sale every other week, over the summer, and finally had a wholesale, used furniture broker come in and make me a bid on what was left. It was sad to see my whole life gone, with so little fanfare. I was a little depressed and a little pissed. I wasn’t mad at my kids, because they were doing the right thing. I was mad at myself for getting old. Black Water Village had a buy-in requirement. The money from the family home. ”Our mouths collided in a burning rush and our tongues resumed their tango that had started in the lounge downstairs. My cock was hard as a rock. Her hands went to my belt and she savagely unbuckled it and then ripped open my zipper as she backed me to the bed. I sat down as she yanked down my pants and boxers in one fell swoop.“Oh. My. God!” she exclaimed.I grinned. I guess she didn’t expect to see a nearly nine-inch cock on my narrow five-feet-eleven-inch frame.“Oh my god,” she said again. “I. John could not wait to try the place out. Everything the gentleman farmer needed for comfort. It was a veritable old style plantation come to life!John spent the night there, and it was a restful night. The bed was huge and comfortable, breakfast the next morning was eggs, and meats of various types. John broke out some coffee from his dwindling store, and had a pot made. All in all it was a great breakfast.Finally, he and his guards loaded up into the RV and headed out for the next property..