Sis pulled her shoulders back and thrust those melons right at me.[I hope the drool didn’t show] Poor Retta had more bra than boob but her top was t...ght and she had a bulge under each armpit.“Retta, I’m going to touch you. Sis, move out in front of us, please.” Retta was a little hesitant as her hubby was known to be a jealous asshole, even if she KNEW he ran around on her.[and later, according to her, RARELY touched her] I had Retta scoot forward on her chair a bit so I could get behind her.. We discussed normal married things checking on each other’s days and such, when she told me she had gotten a text from Mark.“He wants to come over on Saturday,” She said.“Ok, do you want to see him? I asked.“I do,” She replied as she crossed her legs.I reached out and touched her right leg that was resting on her left knee. They were a shade above the stubble stage. The last time she shaved was by me in the shower, ten days ago before Mark arrived. Regardless of the shadow they felt. .well, it's afair approximation. I don't miss getting my period, and it's much betterthan the alternative.In my mind, I can hear my host's protestations getting louder, screamingat me for usurping his body, begging me to stop. They always try toconvince me, pleading for the sake of their manhood, their wives orgirlfriends, their families, their jobs. As if I cared about any ofthat. Beauty is its own reward, couldn't they see that?Sometimes I wonder what happens to my hosts after I move on. I. The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin.