...? Wait! Better question! “What the...?” I gasped, then held my throat, my eyes widening in shock. My voice... It was different. It couldn’... be my voice. It had no bass in it. It was trembling.. “Eep!” I let out then covered my mouth with both hands. What was going on here!? Why did I sound like this? I then looked down at my hands... then down to eye the rest of my body, which I couldn’t see due to the sheer bagginess of my school uniform. Wait... My clothes were a perfect fit. I wanted Ean to speed up with Montana but for some reason, Bentlee felt it was her right to speed up whatever she thought she had going with him. Although, with the way she was playing around with him so teasingly, I could see Montana ready to pounce the first chance she got. I wasn’t sure on whom she would pounce though, her sister in retribution or Ean. Ean took everything Bentlee threw at him. If Montana was more aggressive than her sister, even if she did look snobbish and childish, she. But through some miracle, I held my tongue. I turned and walked back into the house, through it, went out the front door and picked up my bike from where it lay on the side of her driveway. I hopped on it and began the journey home... but with all the pent up energy and frustration I had, I pedaled so hard that it popped the chain off the gears. It took everything in my entire soul to not let out an ear splitting roar at that point. I came to a stop at the end of the driveway and forced. Pulling back, I asked, “Are you sure you want this?”“Yes Daddy, make me a woman today.” I kissed her again, a little firmer and allowing my tongue to tickle her lips. She responded to my kiss, opening her mouth to take my tongue inside. We kissed for a few minutes with me touching her firm body. The body I helped create over eighteen years earlier. I slipped my hand down to her shaven pussy. She parted her legs allowing me access. I gently rubbed my hand up and down her slit, feeling the.