However, as talented, as considerate,and as passionate a lover as she had been as a man,Mike was quick to realize that John's lovemakingtechnique far ...utclassed her own. Where Mikeconsidered herself a skillful artisan, sheimmediately recognized the fact that John was a grandmaster at the game of pleasuring women, and in doingso, felt herself extremely lucky. To Mike's way of thinking, his buddy was avirtuoso when it came to the art of making love.Skillfully, moving from one erogenous zone. Schools then were grades one through six, seven through nine, and ten through twelve for high school. The school I was at for the ninth grade wasn’t big enough to have any sports teams, but we put together a half-dozen guys to go into town and run against the real schools – coaches and all. I’d never run anything competitively before that. I ran in the 440 and I’m here to tell you that was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life! I ’bout died. We moved into town during the summer before. Carla smiled. She dropped her robe and revealed the results of her three-month training.I gaped. Carla's body was exquisite.Her training had given her excellent body tone (not extreme bodybuilder taut, but notably fit). She still looked like a "regular" woman, but she now had a hint of a V taper. She was tanned, with considerable muscle heft.At 5 ft, 11, she was one powerful woman. And now, surely a powerful wrestler.Then there were her breasts. They were always bigger than Bev's. I eyed them. I entered the circle with my usual aplomb. I move among them, quietly touching shoulders and saying greetings. Gunga Din waves me over to where he and Seth are sitting. It would seem I have made a friend by beating him in our sparing match."Good of you to come," he flashes a smile at me. Seth gives me a nod of greeting."Did you sent me the note?" I ask."Note, what note?" he looks flustered at me. Guess it was not him."No worries." I pat him on the arm."I was disappointed to hear you have been.