My gaze traveled from her pouting, expecting lips, down her neck and along her swollen puffy nipples, my eyes picked up the light trail of hair that s...arted at the bottom of her rib cage and continued down its path as it became wider, thicker and darker around her navel, then down her lower belly as it pooled between her legs like a vast ocean of pubic hair that was being fed by the river of hair above. The hair spread thickly on her inner thighs and I tried to imagined how much of her pubic. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I didn’t intend to be patronizing and yes, you are definitely no longer a little girl. You are a very pretty young woman, Nikki, I can obviously see that.’ ‘Am I?’ I said fishing openly. ‘Of course,’ he said predictably. ‘You are without doubt the prettiest woman I have had the pleasure of taking to lunch in many, many years.’ He laughed and I joined in. ‘Why have you never married?’ I quizzed, shifting up a gear. ‘You are a very attractive and very successful man and. One day, I did something - I think I stole my sister’s shoes or something ridiculous like that - and she just went off. Her temper hit, and I could see her sort of swelling up, almost like she was going red and about to explode.I just stood there, staring at her her in panic, thinking “Calm down, calm down, calm down...” ... and she did.She took a deep breath, relaxed, threw a smile at me, and returned my sister’s shoes to her. I had absolutely no idea why, but I didn’t question it - appreciate. It's been happening to me so I know its true and I don't really need your belief. But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself now so I should probably start at the beginning.My name is Philip Rigby. I live in a small town in England not too far from Manchester. I'm not saying exactly where because I don't want the wrong people to know exactly where I live. I'm a pretty average guy I think. About 5"10 in height. I weigh in at about 170 pounds, and unfortunately its not all muscle as I have been.