Clearly at that moment, he considered his looks lessimportant than his well-being.'I hate to suggest this,' she said, 'but there are notices alongthe ...romenade that warn about thieves operating on the beach,and taking things left unattended.''But you'd have seen someone taking everything,' he protested.'Sorry, I er... well I closed my eyes for a few minutes and whenI opened them, everything had gone. I thought you must have comeback and gotten dressed.''But what am I going to do. Without my car. "She shrugged. I hated watching her animating my body so I turned to thewall."I don't mind your body, the floppy bit's weird, though I don't see whatall the fuss is about. Besides, do you good to experience life from theother side. All of you should have to live as a woman for a bit, makeyour eyes open that would." I don't want to be a woman. I don't need to be a woman. I was doingokay as I was, thank you. And, for the record, I never hit a woman,never did any of the things you said last. He couldn't return to Paris through the Chunnel without clothes in his bag, else he would raise suspicions. With the most comfortable underwear in the civilized world in his bag, Hunter went home.Just after midnight, Paris time, Hunter sat in his brother's family room. He had shown up with two bottles of good French brandy. Usually Hunter would have spent the money on an exclusive call service or a courtesan. His life had changed and so had his tastes.The kids were asleep. Penny and Burt were. We looked lovingly at each other as she stepped into a pair of pale pink panties. When she had pulled them up, covering her dark triangle of pubes, I pushed my briefs down to my knees and let them drop to my feet. I stood then, my hard cock pointing almost vertically in front of me.Katie rushed forward to kneel in front of me, taking my cock in a soft hand to stroke gently while the other hand cupped my balls. My cock jerked in her hand and she let go, maybe fearing that I would start shooting.