She held her tightly and for nearly a minute, till Claire tried to pull away gasping for air. Eventually she released her and Claire pulled free gaspi...g for breath. She pushed Claire back with authority and began to take her legs from the arms of the chair, placed her feet either side of Claire and lifted her face upward. "Lets go to the bedroom guys!" she said pushing Claire backwards and away from her so as she could lead the way. As she got up she stuck a finger deep inside herself and. ..... Where is your..... You know...... I said neatly tuckedaway. She said, I can't even tell it is there.... You..... Look....Just like me... Does it hurt. I knew this question would pop upsooner or later.. I said, no, but it isn't comfortable either. I hateit. I need to be rid of it. Shannon looked concerned. I started tobreak down a little. I hate everything about it! It shouldn't bethere! I want it gone so bad it hurts. I just want to take a knifeand cut it off!!! Shannon. This wild rush shot through me. I savored this moment, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties. Then I broke it and stepped out of the car.I fought down my nerves as I marched up to the front door. This was it. I would do it tonight. I would show my girlfriend that she was a lesbian and help her accept who she was. I had embraced being a futa, and it had been awesome.I rang the doorbell.The chimes resounded through the house. That classic pattern of rising and falling DINGs and DONGs. Then came. She would have loved to say, "Go ahead, make my day." But Dirty Harry was years in the future, and that line hadn't been written yet.Instead, she said, "When your hand comes out from under your jacket it had better have a badge in it or you're a dead man. Think about that ... no matter what happens to me ... you'll be dead. Badge or bullet? This little fourteen year old girl just claimed 'Rape.' I'll get away with it. In fact..." She thumbed back the hammer.The gun was a Smith & Wesson K-38.