No way. I was afraid to look down because I was pretty sure what I'd see."Go ahead Sean, check yourself out", he urged. So I looked down. Hey whadda y... know I was right! I got breasts. Damn this was weird. I poked one of them to confirm reality. Yeah, it was real. These were really breasts. I started to cup them in my hands. I lifted them up and then dropped them and enjoyed the way they bounced back up. Damn these things were weird. I think my dad noticed I was having a little to much fun with. She stayed focused enough with them to manage not losing anyone that day.That evening, Emma found herself both nervous and excited. She’d already seen Brent naked, knew he was into her, and jerked him off on the first date, and yet the idea of losing her virginity to him was still a big deal. She knew it really shouldn’t be a big deal, and yet, somehow, it was.She debated about what to wear. She thought she should be wearing something “special”, but she really didn’t have much that was. . I don't know," she stammered, her voice rising in octaves."Well," I said, taking a deep breath. I needed relief and she needed to know, and then needed to be trained if it was what she wanted. "We should find out. If you are, that will make you the woman of the house with a great deal of responsibilities." I swallowed hard as I watched her looking at the outline of my cock in my pants, pressing against the fabric with growing need. "Take it out."Her hands moved up as fingers began to work. He watched as the man climbed on top of her. The bitch wrapped her legs around his waist and he saw her arch her back in pleasure. He watched as they fucked and felt the rage build. He pulled the knife out of his belt, played with it, dreamt about how it would feel plunging into the man, the detective. He would make them both pay. He would make her watch as he castrated him, carved him into pieces and fed them to the dogs. He would let her watch as he killed her lover. Then he would become the.