I talked to Conny and Ben. They both called. Uh, Watson Dewey called me just a few minutes ago. He asked me to apologize to you for being such a twit ...when he met you. He was amazed that one person did as much as you did.”“It wasn’t one person,” I corrected. “The others helped. I just kept their contributions under wraps in case it failed. That’s what I mean, Liz. This is how we do things. And you don’t like how we do things. It’s not going to work.”“I think it will,” Liz objected. “Jill said. The loud, wet, squelchy sounds of the teenage girl’s aroused pussy and Amanda’s feasting now filled the basement. Julio could tell by the rapid rise and fall of Natalie’s chest, her perky tits heaving all the while, that she was close to climax. Then he noticed something that displeased him. Rhonda had her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “What do you think you’re doing, Mama? Did I not say you were to get an up-close view of your older daughter showing your younger girl such love? You ungrateful. I changed since L's entrance into my life months before. The changes happened so slowly that I barely noticed them at first; L's sexual appetite made for a distraction that did not let me pay attention to details. I did not notice growing two inches taller, the twenty-five pounds of fat becoming muscle, my skin tone gaining a luxurious hue, or the hairline making a late inning rally. The cock thing was impossible to miss after a while though, especially since it only 'technically' qualified as. "Harold got him a good tongue. It did the good work, and pretty soon he got my dress all the way off, and as it fall to the floor, I couldn't stop thinking, 'What are you DOING, Girl? Your Daddy gonna take a belt and beat you to the moon if he catches what's going on up here, ' but before I think to tell him to stop, he put his thing right in mine, and we're suddenly doing the same thing exact as hour parents."I doubt my father hurt his mother like Harold was hurting me, but pretty soon I gotta.