I argued the unfairness of it all but was rebuffed by a patriarchal front reinforced by a greedy Sally."So how come you know about the mirrors?"Sally ...ighed and leant back on the kitchen chair and looked out into the far distance. "They were the catalyst for our family's break-up," she lamentably sighed. I was well aware the cohesiveness of our family was straining but put that down to the complexities and stresses gathered by the harassment of age. I thought all families were dysfunctional to. After some switching he came to the enormous. He played with it in the opening and I was so ready, but it was still too big.Now a big black guy came over and stood in front of me. He was all naked and his big cock was hanging down. Even in that condition it was much bigger than my husbands being hard. I was real horny.I yelled; "Let me have your cock, I want your big cock"!He walked over to me, and put his cock in my mouth. It grew very fast!!! I could not believe what I saw. It was over 10. I shook my head no, but he said “you better open it now, you little turd”. I don’t know why but I knew what he was going to do and I kind of wanted it too. I opened my mouth a little and he used my hair to pull my lips to his dripping cock head and again, I don’t know why, but I opened my mouth and engulfed his whole cock head. He was looking down at me with an angry look as I stared back up at him and then his angry look turned into a lusty one as he held my hair and started fucking my mouth.. It just wasn't fair. He got all the fun, while she just got frustrated. She didn't have a nice hard penis to play with. It had never occurred to her to explore her own body, to find out what might feel nice.Things had progressed one warm evening when they were fifteen. Sandra O'Connor had come slinking into the store wearing a dress so old you could almost see through it, and had asked for a twenty-four inch zipper for her mother. Jake had told her that he thought there might be one in a box up.