For almost 4 years, weekends would always be special time, whether Mother, my sister and I were at home together or whether I was there with either of...them. The dressing was just what I did, evenings were always rather easy but the weekends much more intense.A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into the clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish,. Helooked like a fairy-tale prince.A lot of girls were slapped when their open-mouthed gaze lingered just alittle too long.But then, as the evening wore on, and Terry proved himself to be asdelightful on the dancefloor as he was anywhere else, Jack felt thatfeeling of gleeful malice returning.All of this would just make Terry's eventual humiliation worse.Dancing with Bethany but with his mind elsewhere, Jack's face was spreadwith the most slyly cruel look imaginable.It was all planned out. He. I was going to miss Courtney! Funny, but the fact that she'd basically dumped me because I had a small cock (based on her experiences with various black men), I didn't feel angry at her. I tried to feel anger at her, but I couldn't. Partly, this was so because I agreed that I did, in fact, have a rather small cock (not to mention that I could never seem to last more than a few passionate moments after beginning intercourse! So, that helped soften the blow to my bruised ego to a certain. Then they reached down and undid their jeans and slid them down. They did the same to their black panties and stepped out of them. Two beautiful, hairless pussies were revealed to my lustful eyes, making my dick throb more than ever. How badly I wanted to drive my tongue into them, and pound them with my dick…Isabelle stepped aside, and Annabelle moved directly in front of me, her cunt right in front of my face. I looked up at her, and she smiled.“Go ahead,” she said.Hell, I didn’t need telling.