Ames replied. ‘She said you went down that horrible bank in the dark and pulled Lonnie out of the truck when it was burning. She said if you hadn’... done what you did, Lonnie probably would have burned to death in the truck.’ She walked to Martin, put her arms around him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. ‘You saved my son’s life. I don’t know how to repay you.’ ‘You don’t have to repay me,’ Martin replied. ‘Knowing that Lonnie’s going to be all right is thanks enough.’ ‘I’d tell you to go in. He entered the kitchen and went to the fridge, poured a glass of tea and swigged it. Then he heard sounds coming from the living room; groaning, moaning, ragged gasping sounds.He walked to the living room and stopped short. There was Mrs. Chanson lying on the couch, gasping and panting, her eyes closed, legs spread, rubbing her breasts and stroking between her legs.He walked to the sofa, swiping at his cock. Cassie opened her eyes and saw him standing over her. She looked agog at him as he took. No arousing hormonal discharges whatsoever. Nope, she didn’t feel any influx of hormonal uprisings she always longed for with a man, like Thomas, when he went about feeling her boobs and her belly and her pussy and thighs. None of that occurred at all. No sensational output from that arena of arousal occurred whatsoever. She was blank. She was removed. She was unemotional throughout it all. She could “care” less about her “business meeting” with him, in his bathtub, and for whatever reason she. ”As soon as she said that I was in complete shock. She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen and to learn that she use to be a dude was a shock to the system at the least.“I understand if you're mad at me and don't want anything to do with me.” The crazy thing about it was the fact that I wasn't mad at all. I never really thought about doing anything with a transgender before but at this moment it was the only thing going through my head. Now all I could think about was how.