” He said, “I am 67 years old and have been admiring your body for quite some time as well you know. But lets be honest just how much activity do...you think I am capable of. That just means that if I grope your tits then your not going to shout ‘sexual assault’. It means that you are happy for me to do it and that you are giving your consent.”“And that’s all it is?” She asked“Of course. Like I said I am not fit enough for much more. And you know your safe with me don‘t you?”“Well you have been. ” Cathy suddenly looked frightened. “Shit, what time is it??!” “Umm,” and Angie glanced around to the clock on her microwave. “Four twenty…what’s wrong? Mark won’t be home till five thirty.” “Oh fuck Mark…I got a date at six with a black dude from work. I’m hoping he’s got mondo-dong in his pants for me,” the short little fatty explained, giggling, as she sat up and began pulling her pants back on, sans panties. “Oh that’s just wrong,” Angie blurted as she sat up as well. “Gotta go wash. The check up our Agency nurses gave all turned out well and the prognosis was all were healthy and normal. I could not ask for more than that.I guess all men think of the L and M things at such times. Both at home overlooking our valley and when I was away, I asked myself those kind of questions. 'Did I love them? All of them?' There would, could only be one answer, 'Yes I did!' Would I marry? Whom would I marry?I did the man thing, I would ask the girls. With two of them growing larger each. It wasn't like fucking with Rina or Karen, but it was more normal, for a change, and she enjoyed it. For the first month or so, she didn't even miss them, or the hot girl-girl sex that had become such a necessity in her life.Then, something happened. Ken had invited her to the health club because a female body builder was appearing there to authograph her new book. The girl was a celebrity, Miss Olympia, winner of many competitions and well-known in body building circles. She was also, Laura.