She takes a seat to my right, you on my left, and intro​duces herself to us both. As she talks about herself and what brings her to the city her bar... leg brushes against mine, but neither of us move away. Instead we stay in each other's space, her right hand moving as she speaks, her left hand brushing against me, her thumb moving against my silk dress, up the outside of my leg, sending chills down my spine and once again a faint outline of my nipples show through the silk. We sit like this for. Erica was the notorious owner of the Cock and Ass tavern in the village. She was what you would term a curvaceous lady in her late forties, well-endowed with a pair of huge boobs and a sizable arse to match. She had short, curly blonde hair and full lips that were accentuated by the rather crass shade of lipstick she was wearing. She was dressed in a thick winter coat and her face was flush from the cold."Nasty weather you've found yourself stranded in, boys." Said Erica, brushing the snow from. I now wasfive foot, six inches tall, 34C, 22, 35, with smooth white un-tannedskin, dark long gently curling brunette hair falling down to just belowthe scapula, and red painted long tapered French cut nails. My legs were toned and smooth, as Karen waxed them and loved walks.Even my toenails were painted. I spun around and looked back to admiremy heart shaped ass. Then I turned around again and looked at my bush.It was shaved into a landing strip. My lack of manhood was disquieting.My waist was. I wanted to live myown life. I rented an upstairs apartment in town. I tried to get onwith my life. I was just adjusting to a life of simple boredom when thenext event occurred in my life. My sister, Margaret, had come to visitme one afternoon at my place of work."Hello, Henry. How are you today?" Margaret asked me upon her arrival."I am very well, thank you," I answered.We proceeded to have a pleasant conversation when I invited her to myapartment whilst I changed into appropriate attire.