She had agreed to watch the DVDs with him and agreed that Gwenwas a good character."We'll have to get you a red wig so you can pretend to be her," she...saidto him one day."Just need the right clothes too," said Michael.The only toy that he brought in to Emma's room was his teddy. She had noobjections at all to this, as she had her own teddy, though unlikeMichael's, which was brown, hers was white with a pink ribbon. Their bearshad become good "friends" and loved having stories being read to. I could see her pupils dilating as she obviously was processing all of this. She then responded."You follow me. I have the baby-seat in mine so my parents will be unable to leave without my car. Give me 2 minutes to tell them something."With that she turned and walked back inside. I smiled and went to get my car and pull it to the back of the parking lot and then I opened the car door. In just a few minutes, as promised, she came out the side door, glanced until she saw me, and quickly walked. And as she held him tightly searching for Patrick she didn't find it, it wasn't her brother Patrick in her arms. She felt sadness swarm all over her as she felt the loss of her brother all over again. But in that moment she reeled from her selfish feelings. Yes, it wasn't Patrick, it was someone else, it was someone that was innocent.It?He. It, was a he. He was Patrick Jr, not Patrick. He was someone else.Later that night as she laid on bed her mind flashed through all of the feelings she was. His cock was hurting as it strained against the confines of his jeans. Charmaine was a horny little bitch, he thought. He could tell that she wanted nothing more than to have him shove his big cock into her twat. She just needed a little urging, is all. He had plenty of time, and once she realized what he was packing, she would be all his. He was big, and he knew it. In fact, he didn’t know if anyone was bigger! At least, not naturally bigger! Chicks loved his cock, and once they got it, they.