" Yes, you probably should. If you try to interact with anyone like that, you'll need a more feminine name than Ed." I guess you're right again. How...about Stacie." Stacie it is." Suddenly his tackle box raised up off the shore and floated to the boat and settled on a near by seat. Ed watched as he became Stacie and the box opened and his fishing license turned into a driver's license with "her" picture and the name Stacie instead of Edward and Stacie's dimensions took the place of Ed's. Then. She said I thought we could have a bit of fun here for a change. I could sense that jean was a lot more comfortable and confident with what we were doing. I told her I'd love to, what did she have in mind? She said I'd like to see you undressed again. Certainly I said and took my shorts down and pulled my T shirt over my head. Standing there naked with Jean looking at my cock was so exciting. Without a word Jean touched my cock and started to very gentle rub her fingers along it. I looked down. Her label desperately wanted to re-sign her, she had balked, unconvinced that they really cared about her art. She had left that one in limbo. She’d fired her management and furloughed her band. While she still had a contract with her agent and publicist for a few more weeks, she doubted that she would extend it. She had told no one where she was going, she hadn’t really known herself. She had made periodic calls to her mother, often simply leaving a message that she was okay but not giving her. Albert stood up and glared right into her eyes. Even though she was still on the scale, Albert towered over her. She bent her neck to look up at him. ?Show me! Sit down!? Intimidated, Julie sat in the chair. ?Come on!? He moved his hands in an unmistakeable way. Julie raised her legs and parted her knees a little. Albert grabbed her ankles and separated them. ?Hold still!? He hesitated, looking at her legs. He had always been an admirer of women's legs and feet. Many women had nice legs, but.