But that morning she didn't get the usual reaction. His cock wasn't getting hard at all. When she finally realized something was wrong it was too late...to do anything.After crying for a couple of hours, she got dressed and cleaned up the house to remove any indication that the two of them had been anything but employer and employee, then she called the police and told them she'd found him dead in his bed when she'd tried to wake him that morning. The police and the coroner arrived some thirty. I didn't want to become a girl. As I sat there mulling allthis over in my mind I also thought about the clothes I was wearing.The dress was a lot cooler. It let air clear up my legs even more thanshorts did. And without the sleeves like my shirts it was cooler. Itfelt funny cause the panties were so slippery and I kind of slid aroundinside the dress.We pulled into the driveway and the first thing I spotted was Daddy'scar in the driveway. I really didn't want Daddy to see me in a dresslooking. " Joyce nodded and turned around to take off her shirt and bra. Mike noticed her hands shaking, but soon enough she was topless and turned around to present him with her teenaged D-cup breasts. He held back his breath and tried to stay "professional". They were gorgeous; big and firm like only sixteen year-old breast are. "I have to feel your breast to look for any abnormalities like lumps." Joyce nodded. "Ok, come here. Stand in front of me." She did. "Are you ready?" She nodded again and. Rushing to the room with a broom in hand expecting to see a raccoon or something that somehow snuck into the house but there was nothing. Just the smell of burst light bulb and what sounded like the dull sound of a beating heart. Something stopped me at the door. An eerie feeling it felt like an evil presence was inside. The sound seemed to be coming from under the patched floor. I knew there was no way that ladder could just fall like that and with such force the ladder broke in half. I.