Anything smaller couldn’t have handled the load.And when Jean commented that there was far too much, BJ just told her to shut up. “Look, woman!”...BJ exclaimed, “I’ve waited 16 stinking years to be able to dress a beautiful girl and this was my chance! And you’re not going to spoil it, either! So just shut up!”I guess Mama Jean was told.But you know, there was something else at work. Ever since I’ve been in school — only a year and a half or so — I’ve heard about parents who can’t stand the kid. She has yet to be called on but seemed to be ready when the time came. She would comment on how tired Lee looked ,or give hints that she could give her a break.She would often snuggle with Lee and I in the evenings as we watched tv. She would use the reason that she was cold because of the weather outside .Her roaming hands would often find their way into my shirt or up and down my leg. She, when given the chance, would give me a lingering hug, or bump her hips against me. Lee at times threw. He then began to fuck her ramming that hole in and out as rough as he could. He was able to fuck the girl for close to an hour before he once again came.When he pulled his cock out he told his wife to lick her pussy clean. "I want to see you eat that pussy for your horny hubby" he told his wife. She then began to lick and suck the cum from the girls cunt. "Look what a good cunt licker you are" he laughed at the wife. "You like pussy as much as you like cock. Keep licking. I want to see her cum. I was also feeling arousal in my pants. I nodded."Go!" Mistress said.I reached for the buttons in my shirt, pulled it up from the chain around my waist and saved some seconds by pulling it over my head. Then kicking off the shoes. Bent down for the socks. Would I be in time? Trousers. I next wriggled out of the bra, reached for the tabs of the suspender belt and undid the stockings, which I peeled and tore off. Put the hands behind my back to separate the hook and eye of the suspender belt..