Jane helped zip it up."Fits pretty well, don't you think?" She asked."This is the first time I've ever worn a dress, you know." Bob admitted. "I guess...it fits fine, but then, what do I know?" It's a skirt, Hon." Jane corrected. "It doesn't look tight, so if it feels comfortable, it's probably just right." Are you sure it isn't too short?" Bob asked warily."Not on you, Hon." Jane advised. "You don't look a day over fifteen, so you don't want too much length with casual wear. That would look out. His cock sprang to attention.When they broke the kiss both of them were breathing heavily. "Jason," he wheezed, finally introducing himself. "Am..." How should he say this? "Am I supposed to...mate with you?"Makayla giggled. "Nooo...they put me in here because I failed in the hunt again today." Oh..." Jason was disappointed."But...I would like to kiss you some more, and touch you."Jason's disappointment disappeared. "Yeah..." He kissed her again, his hands moving to her waist and thigh. Her. Your mother and I named you as soon as we knew we were having a girl. She was the first person to call you J.C. and that became Jacie. We called you that when you were in her womb. Her first words to you when she held you to her chest after you were born was ‘Jacie, meet your daddy.’ I called you Jacie when I stayed up with you when you were sick. I called you that when your mother was sick, and I called you that during her funeral.”He reached out and touched her cheek as the tears slowly. Marcus..." I stammered.She whirled around, looking behind her and to the sides, a humorous glint in her eye."Is Arthur's mother here?" she asked teasingly. "She's the only person who fits the description of 'Mrs. Marcus' that I know."I could feel myself blushing. "Okay, then, Wendy," I reluctantly agreed. "The other day, at your house..." Oh, my, Sean, are you embarrassed? How cute!" She reached up, placing her palm against my cheek. "I could just eat you up!" She patted my cheek. "In fact, if.