The doctor sutured my little sack in such a mannerthat made it look like a women's pussy lips. There I was, real pussylips and a tiny clit perched ab...ve. The doctor gave me my balls in aspecimen bottle of saline solution along with aftercare advice. Thepain was minimal as it wasn't much of a complicated operationconsidering how they were basically just decoration anymore. I made onemore stop. This time to a jeweler who dipped each testical in moltengold and them mounted them to gold. That bathroom has a shower in it. My buddy's wife goes to the gym after work during the week. She is about 5'5 with dark hair, a big round ass, and c-cup tits. I go over to my buddy's house after work sometimes and his wife gets in from the gym at about 5:30. She goes straight into the downstairs bathroom to change every time. That bathroom is also the bathroom that I use while I'm there. She has a hamper in the bathroom that has all of her sweaty gym clothes in it, so every time I go over. Riding through boring desert is a rare chance for someone to ponder and fantasize. It provides enough time to think out a decent fantasy. I got off at the bus stop in the main street.I phoned Aunt Alia from the bus stop and she arrived in ten minutes. I discovered she lived in the eastern side of the little city, just next to the mountains. As she drove to her house, the hem of her dress rode high on her thighs. While we chatted, she put her right hand on my crotch and my pants started to feel. I went upstairs and knocked on the door she described. "Yeah?" I heard someone say. "I'm sorry," I said, stammering a little. "I... ah... I must've missed the... I heard about the party today and... someone said it's over, so... I was just curious and..." I don't think I made much sense, but she just seemed to be relieved that I wasn't a guy and so she opened the door. Charlotte was a pretty young thing. She was slender but had a broad frame, so she would never be thin, no matter how hard she.