The first time she ever set foot in Jerry's home, she met his brother, a wheelchair bound ghost of a young man that was catatonic in appearance, thoug... his eyes followed her around the room.Jerry explained that when a stranger had broken into their home and killed their parents, young David apparently was a witness and was thrown out the second story window. He miraculously survived, but only as this shell of a boy who was now twenty-one (just two years older than Marsha).Jerry and David. My GOD - I WAS STUFFED SO FULL in there. It feltlike my vagina was going to explode. Monique started pushing the spongein and out, in and out, washing me.I looked at myself in the ceiling mirror - soapy foamy bubbles wereleaking out all over my pussy, dripping down all over me down there.Milk oozed out of both my bosoms. Monique squished the sponge in andout of me - AND IT FELT SO GOOD. Then she looked at me and smiled, andwith an extra push crammed it deep inside me, all the way to my. I slipped my while hand out of her oants, I had to smell and taste this. Fresh as a spring morning and tasty. I wet two fingers of course ever orifice that could be wet on me was. I made a fist to protect the wet fingers and slide it back in her pants.As we returned to her ass, I took the middle and ring finger and pushed against her ass, she again did the relaxing thing and, slip, they were in, yet her walls closed around them, relatively tight. I moved them up and down, never all the way out. One day my mother yelled: "Inspection, on the double. Show me yourgirliest hair, face and fingernails. Time oh thirty from now." I jumpedto show her. She walked around me and nodded. "Very good, soldier! It'stime for the next step of our program."Mom & I went to a department store to buy me some underwear. I left thestore wearing girl's panties and a lightly padded bra under my boy-clothes. Then we went to the Salvation Army to buy me a pile of girl-clothes. I was still small, so there were.