"Whata sweet little bubba!" Ga-ga goo-goo-goo!" I babbled nonsensically. I stared up at my buxombabysitter through the tall wooden bars in adolescent ...doration. Islammed my diapered hips against the padded floor of my playpen with moreurgency, overcome with desire. "Ga-ga goo-goo ga-ga goo!" Good girl! Good baby! That's my beautiful little baby girl!" Brenda hadher booted feet spread wide for balance as she leaned over the top railto pat my bottom, and I was looking right up between her spread. Why there? Well it was about halfway between my family and my friends (I didn't stay with the family though they had room as I like to have my own space and time) and I knew the area.I'd been out for a nice meal in a small Italian place just down the road. There is little that is as relaxing as having a leisurely dinner with friends, a few glasses of wine and being able to sit outside in the warm summers evening, especially coming from the chill, rain damped nights in Dublin. After they left. Zaire slid his cock from the hungry sissy’s mouth then used it like a fountain pen to decorate his sex slave’s face with a warm, slimy combination of saliva and precum. Each time he felt the sensations that rippled through his body, Zaire playfully dick slapped her face. “Just look at you, sissy bitch with all my dick sliding in and out your mouth. Lacy gripped the base of the monster cock with both hands, held it outward, and slid it inside her mouth and then lunged upward again and again.. My Wife Bridget is simple. She has long brown hair that is thick and wavy and big almond eyes. She is half Italian and half Greek and reminds me of a young Julia Roberts, with a gentle voice and big brown, long eyelashes. The sliding bed was one that slid through a hole in a wall which left my wife protruding half way out so that her legs and waist vanished behind the edifice, or the flat, monolithic and hard wall. She looked up at me and smiled. She knew that I loved her and was always there.