I, at least, still had a shred of a reptutation to uphold. “So, you haven’t noticed how our little girl’s breasts have gotten much bigger and rounder, or how her nipples pucker up hard when she gets the milk from the fridge in the mornings? It looked like a big rubbery staff in her hand, a flesh-pole that she kept popping in and out her mouth. “She’s obviously been snoopin’ around, hasn’t she?” Melanie stated with a smile. So, in my demented mind, I knew it was too late to change a thing now—our dear sweet little Scarlett had our fucking genes. “So, you gawk at her, doncha?”
Through clenched teeth and ever-widening legs, I said, “Yesssss.”
“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?”
“She’s a gorgeous little slut.” I was quickly slipping over the edge.
