The portrait had been badly damaged at the center area where broken glass had hit the moment an unusual force had pressed on it. Motionless and embar...rassed by this calamity, I grabbed the package to get it off the plane, it was no mine though. The moment I got to the baggage claim, Carmen was gone. She had departed. After searching the package I found a label –tag- with her name and address on it, apart from a telephone number, passenger address and the like. From this on, I no longer wished. He had the lowest hanging balls I had ever seen. His cock was kind of average in length, like mine, about four or five inches in a flaccid state but his balls must have dangled a good inch below the tip of his cut penis. What a lucky guy, I thought. I had never thought about low-hanging balls before but I found these ones totally fascinating. He sat on the upper bench opposite me with his legs wide open and his balls hanging a long way over the side of the bench. “Have you found a buyer yet?”. I had waited until Saturday morning to settle the bill because I knew Cotton would be there and I wanted to speak with him, to see if he had blabbed about our….my..’indiscretion.’ He stood off to one side, pretending to be occupied with some boxes that had just arrived, while I complained to Marcie about being overcharged because of a mismatched basket that they had brought to my home the previous Tuesday. She apologized for the mistake and made some good points about the odd basket not really. I reached up and grabbed them and started to rub my tender chest. They felt so good, I pinched my nipples, rubbed them, I pushed them together. They were absolutely wonderful. I saw too that my body wasn't just some straight and narrow androgynous form, but had some curves to it. I had hips, wonderful hips, and there was still my wonderful penis, and it was hard as I rock. I stroked it as I admired the new me in the mirror.I gave myself slutty looks, I blew myself kisses, I rubbed my tits as I.