After our lunch, I couldn’t resist on thinking on what Lana meant with a ‘plan’. What she had in mind? And why she gave me that kiss? And why I ...as bothering myself too mucch about it?The next day came and, as we agreed, I stood right in front of Ed’s office door waiting for Lana. When she appeared she greeted me.“Ready for the plan, Eva?”“I am, I think... but you never explained what plan is that”“Follow me and I’ll lead you to it”She said it and then we both entered Ed’s office, which was. I had my sights on one of them, Mrs. Davidson, or Tandy to her friends. She was the youngest of the group, and a truly beautiful woman, her silky blonde hair always perfectly coiffed and her dresses cut just so to emphasize her voluptuous figure. Her husband was quite a bit older than she, and I had overheard my Mom tell my Dad one time that she doubted Tandy Davidson would have married him if he hadn't been remarkably rich.It was easy enough to insure that the evening broke up a little earlier. When we walked in the clerk took our money and instructed us that the couple’s only area was the balcony. This had been a full size movie theater with a balcony. So we went upstairs and stood in the door way until our eyes adjusted. It had a waist high wall that ran along the back that allowed you access to the aisles that went down the outside.Couples sat in the seats by themselves. But we noticed that there were a number of couples that were standing in the walkway in the back. It was. Greg was in a state of bliss, but somehow, that state abruptly changed, radically.Suddenly, he wasn't the pumper, he was the holding tank. A hard dick thrust into his - her - softness, and Greg cried out in awe. No wonder Dharma loved him so much - he was really hung. He clasped his old body eagerly to himself! His new tits were straining at the bit."Harder, more and more," he cried out, echoing Dharma's usual demands. Just what the hell was in that vegetarian chili, anyway? He - no, SHE -.