We ran out of gas and my girlfriend was sick and needed help. I tried knocking, but no one answered. I had to break your window, but I promise I’ll ...ay for it. Can you please just help us?”“God damn it. Lacey, I’ll be right back. I’m going to go see what this asshole did to my window,” the man told the blonde.The man pushed past me, exiting the room, and headed down the stairs. He either had forgot that he was completely naked or really didn’t care. I wasn’t in a place to be picky though, so I. “Very well, Julia.” He turned away and ran the shower, adjusting the temperature, then shed his robe and led me into the cubicle. His touch ... was gentle. Careful. Impersonal? Maybe. We were under the shower for an age as he shampooed my hair and tried to tease the tangles out.He dried my back and wrapped – clumsily – my hair in a towel, then left me to finish drying off before leading me to... my... room, where he sat me down and proceeded to brush and dry my hair with a small hand dryer. He. I got out and walked to meet him. He is wearing a rain poncho, probably only about 5’7” or 8” tall and a little heavy. He looks like he is mixed race, more average then good looking. He asked “What are you looking for”? I am thinking entrapment so I say “Oh I don’t know”? He grabs my hand and pulls it to his crotch and says “This what you are looking for”? I thinking hell yes, but just mumble "yeah", and he pulls out his cock. Semi hard, cut and maybe about 4 -5 inches. I squat down, I don’t. "This is incredible!" Yes, I know, Tom. I immediately thought of homosexual men and orsurgery to give me breasts and take away what I had between my legs, andof course I was having none of it." Steph smiled. "Yes, I made quite afuss. But I assure you Tom, I am now identical to anyone who was born agirl and I have no surgical scars at all. Henry told me something thatjust flabbergasted me."They were not going to use surgery or drugs or anything so rational.They were going to use an old book of.