I decided to wear my sexy top. It wasn't one hundred percent see through and it just about covered my ass. I put it on and went out of the tent to giv... that boy an earful. "John! I told you to grab my white night shirt not my lingerie!" I scolded him. "I'm sorry, Mom, I just grabbed the white shirt thing on your dresser." He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. Stop making things worse I thought. "It is okay, but this is kind of see through so try not to look to hard." I. Sure, she was smart enough to talk and open cans of food, but you could probably teach a parrot to do the same thing. Would sex mean taking advantage of her? This was a question that would take time to answer.On my way home, I stopped off at the local Goodwill and picked up some shirts and sweatpants for her. I didn't yet have the courage to get underwear. As I drove home, dread started to build. What if what I thought was Momo was actually some eccentric con artist that was really good with. .. Kitten... I know that this..." I continued but then was cut offby Jess again. "What did you just call me?" She asked me with a verytense tone of voice. I knew what she was talking about. I called herKitten. This was my little pet name for her. But it did fit her so wellbecause she was just like a cat. Sleep, eat, love, live. But those werevery thin lines."Kitten?" I said to her as if I was not sure what she meant. "That's myname for you. I call you Kitten. And I know this will be hard for. I lift her up higher to remove her legs from my shoulders. then I make her wrap them around my body, sliding her down to my waist. As we kiss deeply, her ass falls right against my hard cock. I reach down and pull it out of my boxers, lining it right up to her slippery wet lips. Her pussy slides right down on my cock as I thrust her up and down, making her slip down fully on my cock.Her moans becomes louder with each thrust as she slams down harder each time. Feeling so wet, so warm, so good,.