In the end your Dad will respect me for it.’ ‘Then you are trying to force a confrontation with him?’ ‘It was going to happen sooner or later,...right? Why not get it out of the way?’ ‘What if my father never likes you?’ ‘Then he doesn’t. I will not allow your father to lay his hands on me.’ ‘But what if Dad does?’ ‘He won’t, Marie.’ ‘You don’t know my father, humor me, and say that he does.’ ‘I will do my best not to hurt him. Most likely we will verbally spar back-and-forth, too feel each. I fought the fog in my head, trying to remember what had happened. Something felt different, wrong. I ran my fingers briefly over my hips and felt a strange smoothness, a roundness. THEN I was helped to my feet and felt the weight on my chest. I stood up on my on, opening my eyes, brushing the cobwebs away from my face. Everyone ooohed again. I felt my body, knowing suddenly what had happened. My breasts stood a good four inches out from my body, small handfuls of flesh. I felt the smooth. “Thanks Mum. I hope that’s the first of many.” Dan withdrew from me, kissed my neck and left the kitchen.I took a couple of minutes to allow the ecstasy to subside as my son’s jism seeped from my freshly fucked hole. Time to tidy myself. I pulled my blouse over my boobs and slid my skirt back down and headed for my bedroom.“Dan always was a randy beggar.” It was Jack Jnr sitting propped on my bed and on the bedroom chair my other son, Lee. Both only wore boxers. “Mum, you and Dad always. She should be back later, probably before Ian getshome from his work," Holly replied. She quickly changed the subject.?Now how about you Angela? Being a detective sounds exciting. You musthave some interesting stories to tell.??Well yes I do. Perhaps I should tell you the tale of Mrs Brevin?s lostpooch Pomfry. The trail was long cold by the time we took up the case,but there was one important clue that had been left behind in thedining room floor." With that Angela launched into the full tale.