She obeyed, using the fence of the playpen pen tomaintain her balance. The stunning nanny knelt before her and began toguide the first shimmering pink...stocking up her long, alabaster leg. Thecombination of the delicate, teasing silk and her own painted, ultra-sensitive skin was utterly astonishing. A tactile pleasure beyond wordswashed over Frilly's body and a particularly high pitched squeal ofdelight fought to escape the dummy gag."Shhhh," Mrs Noble whispered. "Stay calm, my pretty little. Or it was slow, sweet making love in their bed after tucking the girls in for the night. But still it was the same. Sexy lingerie, his god damned shirts, something was always between them. Except on the couple of occasions when he had reached for her in the middle of the night. When his need for her loving comfort was stronger even than the need for sleep. Then she came to him, totally and completely. But watching his wife move atop him in the pale moonlight, its rays casting shadows on her. Jen and I had met online not too long ago. We were both 16 when we started talking on a small sexually oriented website. When my family moved out to New York, where Jen had been living, we met up immediately. We both connected through our love of sex. Everything from the act to knowing and trying everything the sexual world had to offer us. We both figured this out at a young age, which made it hard to connect with anyone our age; that is why Jen and I became best friends. Now at 18 years old,. "Well, hon. It's complicated. And I'd really rather not go into details about it, but I will tell you this much." His Mother hemmed. "Your Aunt Jane used to have trouble controlling her... well, her emotions. And it even got her into trouble a few times. Our Father thought it would be best if she got help sooner rather than later, so he had her committed under psychiatric care. She's been there for a long time now, but the doctor says that she's better, so hopefully there won't be any more.