She had many fantasies and knew that she needed to fulfil them one by one, this was of course without her husband knowing. She was now 53 years old, s...e was well built in that she was a size 16/18, 5’8” tall but she knew she was attractive and was constantly having men coming on to her. Her own husband had told her that she had come to bed eyes. She had been working part time in the pub for a couple of weeks now, it was a quiet town centre pub which had more or less the same clientele on each. We relaxed over coffee for the adults and hot cider for the kids. Charlene mentioned "You've done this before."I shrugged. "I spent a few years in the trade. It was long enough to know that it wasn't something I'd be happy with long-term." I grinned. "But I've still got the chops!" I got up, noting "Back to the trenches. Now the real work begins."I started some pans with water heating over the stove. I turned into 'Mac the Magic Bubble Dancer'. I had drying pots, pans, plates and bowls stacked. The cool fall air made me shiver and I felt my balls suck up tight against my body. “You can’t do this,” I said, “this is not right.”“And neither was it right for you to take advantage of my daughter,” the 50 something rancher said. “She is just 25 and doesn’t need an old fart like you trying to get in her pants.”“She came onto me,” I said, “besides the moment I found out she was really a guy in drag I stopped.”“Yeah see that is the problem, she may look like a guy to you because she still has. She swayed her hips as she passed him and although he smiled in her direction she cut him dead as if he did not exist and that pushed him into making the snap decision to attack her.He ducked into the bushes, thought himself invisible and began to follow the woman; she could hear footsteps behind her but could see no one. Startled by the sounds she began walking faster but the sounds of footsteps seemed to be gaining on her, she then turned into her street and sighed as she saw her home looming.