"They killed John for no reason and let that boy, that bastard, have at me for sport." He won't hurt anybody else," I said as I helped her to her feet...and handed her the coat of the man she had killed. She struggled into it, covering a fine pair of breasts pushed up by her tightly laced whalebone corset."Now what?" she asked, putting a shaking hand on my arm and taking a deep breath."Where are you staying?" Near New Brunswick, with some people, like poor John, friends of my husband, loyal. .I was in my shorts & T shirt –as I rang the bell, an unknown woman opened the door & told that Molly has gone on a vacation for 2 days with her hubby. She told me that she was her younger sister Jolly & she knows me a lot from her sister.(I was just wondering what she knows of me)She requested me to come in & send sometime as they were also feeling bored. I can’t refuse her request…she was a bombshell…a sensuous fig with huge luscious tits-they must be 38D ,my eyes just got fixed on those. My hands are strong yet smoothwith tapered fingers.What am I? Do I belong? Is there a place for a penis bearer like me? Can Ibe myself and exist happily in this world? Once I am no longer needed athome, what then? Will time change me into something else? Do I need physicalintervention like drug therapy or operations to become an acceptable humanbeing? To be a pretty teenage girl what has been done? To be a teenage boywhat needs to be done? What am I? Am I that different?I am lost deep within. My kisser was getting into it as well, as his hands began to slide over my breasts, feeling them through the silky satinrobe. By now my nipples were rock hard, and almost painfully erect. My own hands reached to his neck, and just as my fingers enclosed about him, I saw a flash of light through my closed eyes, and the kiss broke off immediately!“Shit... the cops!” my white knight exclaimed hoarsely. With that he was nothing but a memory, as he was far more fleet of foot, and had a better read.