We were both now completely soaked. She had on a pair of shorts and her shirt. I could tell that she did not have anything on under her clothes. I was...in shorts and a shirt also and was equally soaked. She said she was about to get in the shower when this happened so she just pulled on the clothes that were there. She thanked me for helping.Her hard nipples were standing straight up. I could see a dark bush through her wet shorts. I told her she should get some warm clothes on. She said she was. She was born in a traditional Saresii Arti Womb Clinic, along with 5633 others that day, and thanks to the randomized gender assigner, she was born genetic female. Her parents had ordered her the old Saresii way in a parental commitment ceremony within a circle of family and close friends. It was the male genetic material donor, her father who gave her the name Lulea. According to him, the Spirit of the Cat whispered this name to him in a dream and Lulea was one of the seven Saresii words for. I began by painting the ceiling white as I could not make a decision on the colour for the walls yet. I climbed my step ladder and began painting, I had not done very much decorating before but underestimated how messy it would be and gradually covered my hair and clothes in paint. After about half an hour the door bell rang. I climbed down from my ladder and answered the door. It was a young man who introduced himself as Paul the neighbours son, they had asked him to pop over and offer to help. When Melissa bent over to pick up her shirt, I got just enough of an eyeful of that fine booty of hers from her baggy sweatpants dropping a bit, and boy did my cock grow very hard indeed! It was a large bottom, no doubt of that, but it was very nicely shaped and had almost perfect butt-cleavage, if you know what I mean. It was also very smooth, of course. I suspected the use of hair removal cream, but I could be wrong about that. The worst of it was when she stood up and caught me staring ....