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All three boys lit up and shouted “Yes!” at the same time. “You’ll have to get your parents permission of course, but they’re welcome to come, too. It’s not going to be a huge barbecue, so I think,” she spread her hands and arms in a displaying-herself gesture, then brought one hand down to cup her cunt, “there will be enough meat to go around!” The girls and their mom were sitting around the dining room table that evening, waiting for Dave to come home, late, as he had predicted. Beth had made a meat and vegetable casserole, family-dubbed the Sunday Casserole - that could be kept warm for quite a while, a dodge she often successfully used given Dave’s unpredictable work schedule. 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The Daddy who had been quite the busy beaver. Dave was a corporate lawyer and steeped in meticulousness and detail; it was in his bones to find out everything about anything he was about to get involved with. There was lots of information on-line of course, but after studying all that, he also set up a sort of practicum pussy with one of his clients, Tim Webber, who ran a consulting business on cannibalism and all its intricacies. Many fathers wanted to cook their own daughters, but lacked any experience, so Tim was there, for a fee, to make sure they did everything right, especially the tricky insertion of the spit which required training for accuracy and the best result, critical to an exceptional girl barbecue. Tim had previously worked as a butcher and then event provider for one of the leading girl-meat companies in town and so he had the background needed to branch out on his own. Tim had a full-size, tits life-like female dummy, anatomically correct inside and out, for precision training. And for significant extra cost he would also procure a live girl to spit as a kind of final exam. Dave, wanting the very best for his sweet Katie, opted for this latter. And, as it happened, for a bit more money Tim had a further offer: thinking ahead, he and his wife had been raising 6 children, not surprisingly all girls (with his wife now knocked up with a seventh). They now ranged in age from five to sixteen. Tim had suggested his eldest, Abby, for Dave’s exam because, first of all, she had become a bit of a handful on the behavioural front, and, as well, he had developed a slightly modified verson of the classic spit and was eager to test it out. Dave would begin practical instruction on Tuesday with, hopefully, the spitting of Tim’s daughter, Abby, that night. Tim thought it would be most exciting and rewarding for Dave – and Katie – if his Abby was his first spit. 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