The tingle in his arms passed through his shoulders and up into his head,and Vance felt his hair grow down his back. At the same time, he feltenergy ...ass from his legs into his butt, reshaping and enlarging it.Then the two energies surged through his torso into his chest. Nowexpecting it, he felt, then saw his chest grow a pair of hooters. And whata pair it was! His breasts grew so large that they were resting on hiswrists, which were still frozen to his computer.Then the tingle stopped and. Hmph. I've visited cultures wherein girls are married off at age thirteen or thereabouts.That sounds awfully young.Eh, probably. Most places do wait until an older age. Very young marriage is mostly done among noble classes for alliance and dynastic reasons. Still, your culture sends mixed messages. First, your school is forcing you to dance with the opposite sex, but then your parents are preventing you from actually doing anything together.It's not so bad as that. At our age, though, they. Tongues probe gently. My shirt is unbuttoned as your skirt is unzipped. Both landing at our feet in one fluid motion as our breath quickens.Still no urgency, only arousal.Kisses on a neck, nibbles on an ear, acts that I haven’t performed on you in so long, now elicit the response that I expected, a sigh as you tilt your head back and to one side. My lips trace down one shoulder as your blouse peels off. A fumble of a belt and a button and my trousers now join the growing pile of discarded. “Don’t you wanna try the real thing?” “Yeah. I’m staying on top” she replied. “I’m gonna uncork the red tip of your dick with my virgin pussy. We should have done that yesterday” “That’s not how it works, sis.” I said. “Take it easy and go at your own pace. The first time you do it is gonna be pretty pianfu-“ Before I could finish that sentence, she had already impaled herself on my rod. She screamed loudly but didn’t stop. Her virgin blood leaked on my dick and balls as she went up and down. .