We didn’t date or anything back then, but had always lived in the same city and would occasionally run into each other. She was heavy set woman with...generous size tits, long blonde hair, and brown eyes.We hooked up at some point in our early 40s. I used to go out for beers with a buddy of my named Paul. My then-wife knew Paul, and encouraged me to go out. Hell, she would go out with her girlfriends and often not get home until the 3:00 or 4 in the morning.One night, I was out with Paul and ran. She held his gaze as she slowly climbed …his calf…his knee…his thigh…his inner thigh. Closing her eyes and bending her head as if to bow, she let her cold hair fall across his firmness, moving from side to side, her eyes closed, she began to lower her head…slowly…imperceptibly…she moved closer. He felt her hot breath on him now. Her lips so close to touching him, his desire growing. Her tongue extended to gently flick his aching hardness. As she knelt at his side, perpendicular to his body, he. I felt so feminine and slutty as I wriggled my bum against the floor and rubbed my legs together. I wanted so badly to feel like a girl and now I was trapped as one. The hours went by quickly as I thought about Mei. Maybe she was into me? I thought. Had she fancied me? Would she come back and punish me some more? I even considered if she would let me fuck her sweet little pussy. I crossed my legs and played with the dildo, dreaming about her fucking me dressed as a girl, for a long time. The. I'll bet you can find someone if you advertise in the military magazines and newspapers."Tiny had joined us and said, "I think DeDe can find you an aircraft and the man you're looking for is Bob Simpson in St. Louis. He's the warehouse manager and in charge of shipping there now. Give him a call to see if he's the right guy. If he is, bring him down on vacation with his wife, if you can, so he can work with you to get ready for another show."Looking at me, Tiny said, "You know we're up to.