To get ready to go out she had me shower then meet her in our bed room. She was waiting there wearing her bath robe and told me to stand there naked w...ile she got dressed. She dropped the robe and picked up her white half cup bra, this bra makes beautiful round globes of her thirty four b cup tits. The nipples are just barely covered. Then she starts putting a white lace garter belt on, it is styled like the ones worn in the fourties. She sets on the edge of the bed and starts rolling her. My lifetime of good behaviour as a girl, and my courtesy to all theadults in the village also helped. Since starting the hormones andbecoming a girl, my nature had changed and I had eventually rejected thebombastic, cheeky behaviour of the village boys, just as I had beeneventually forced to give up playing football with the boys. My curvaceous body had become softer and it was just too painful whenthe boys tackled me. My swaying feminine gait gave me a pronouncedwiggle when I ran and that. ‘Son of a fucking BITCH!’ I yelled, furious. I heard something, and turned quickly on full alert. She was cowering into the corner near some toppled shelving. Her hands were empty. I saw her frantic eyes searching for an escape route and started breathing again, unknotting my muscles. ‘You don’t have to be afraid of me,’ I said quietly, ‘I won’t hurt you.’ I hoped she wouldn’t bolt. It had been days since I’d talked to another human being, and I was lonely. I looked at my hands. Thank God I had. I wasnt sure it would fit her tight cunt, thats how big it looked. Karen lowered herself down a bit and her dads cock-head brushed against her labia. That almost got her off there and then. She lowered herself some more, pressing the head against her fuck hole. It wouldnt go in. I-I cant get it in, daddy, Karen pouted. Hold on. Her dad took a tube of lube from the bedside and started to cover his cock with it. Lets try it again. He held Karen by her waist and started to slowly press her down.