Luckily, I seemed to have remainedas I was the day before. My beard still had not shown any intention ofreturning, but my feet no longer looked dwarfe... by my masculine body: Ipresumed, therefore, that my feet had returned to normal.I put on my shorts, then my T-shirt, then my pants. A quick look in themirror pointed out that something was not right: The long sleeved T-shirt nowreached down to my knuckles and the bottom of my pants touched the floor.Disturbed, as anyone would be, I put on some. "Please. I get too much of that pompous stuff as it is. Besides, only the Queen is referred to as 'your majesty'. Princesses' are always 'your highness'. How can you do this all the way from there?" My apologies, Your Highness. Besides, it's only a few hundred yards, or should I use meters?" I know how to convert imperial to metric. Still it's quite a distance," she replied."It's nothing really. Last night I was talking to Grace, back in Townsend. That's almost fourteen hundred miles. Or about. I'm Em". She gave me a beer and a kiss on the cheek and said "Hello You!". I didn't really need her to tell me her name. I recognised her voice straight away.You know how when you imagine a person's looks from a voice on the phone, you are always totally wrong? Em wasn't frumpy and she didn't have brown hair. She looked her 43 years ; I won't lie. She even had more lines than you would expect, but fuck me, she was pretty. She also had a stunning figure. She wore blue jeans and a white T shirt;. As I was kneeling between her legs she took my hands and pressed them against her chest. I was finally touching the very first breast that I had seen in my life. She had some nice breasts. Not counting when I was a baby and breastfeeding. Jenny’s breasts were half way between the size Elena was before pregnancy and the biggest size they are when full of milk.She moaned a bit then she took my hand and moved it to in between her legs and said, “Now.”I removed my fingers from her pussy and I.