Don't look at them, Cookie!Then my sister reached down and grasped the hem of her mini- skirt with both shaking hands and, closing her eyes tightly, s...ood upright and pulled the skirt up to her waist.A deafening, teamed howl went up from the tentload of excited men.I could see Cookie's ghost-white face wince.I could also see (as could every man in the tent) my fifteen- year-old sister's beautiful, light blond pussy, right between her curvy, exposed thighs, as pretty a pussy as God had ever. We got the wooded area of the property and followed it into the trees. We turned the next corner and.....There was Gabby squatting over a huge pile of shit and was struggling with the next turd to come out of her fine Latin Asshole. This was my turn to get revenge on her for messing with the whole pee and scat stuff this weekend. I had a condom in the pocket the shorts I was wearing, I pulled down my shorts, put on the condom and made my way to her. I snuck behind her and as she was just about. Madison took a deep breath and tried again. She pushed harder and felt the pinch as she stretched the tight skin protecting her purity. She pursed her lips and pressed harder still. Nothing happened for a couple seconds as she continued pressing the dildo into her womanhood. Suddenly the plastic toy slipped two inches into her body.Madison bit her lip to keep herself from crying out from the sharp pain. She looked down and saw pink tinted water spreading away from the pink toy stuffed partly. "To our loving daughter," it read. "As long as you continue to give usthese memories, they'll have a place to call home within this book." Momand Dad's signatures followed the dedication, followed by a date. Butthe date is what really threw me off. It was dated at six months after Ihad been born!Slowly turning the page once more, my breath stuck in my throat at whatI saw. Baby pictures. MY baby pictures. But it wasn't me. It wasn't thesame person that I had seen in all of the other albums. It.