She looked at me funny, as if it was a strange concept that she might have to do something to help Simone fit in. I asked her if she had ever made her...feel like she was welcome. Again she looked at me funny.I hugged her to me and, without thinking, I told her that it might help Simone feel like she belonged if Janey went out of her way to do something special for her, to make her know she was wanted."Like what?" she wanted to know."I don't know. Just think about what would make you feel special. You moan and sigh as I massage your clit and soon you are moving your hips against my hand as you start to feel the first of several small orgasms. Your orgasms continue to increase in intensity as I finger your tight pussy. Your juices drench my hand as your body shivers and shakes. Your moans and gasps become louder and soon you are trying to push my hand away.“No, no, little one. You aren’t finished until Papabear says you’re finished.”You can barely speak and just nod your head as your grip. "I love the fireplace," I gushed. It was made of bigmulti-colored rocks, with a massive solid-wood mantel. A plush, off-white rug sat on the floor in front of it. I immediately envisioned abig, roaring fire with two pajama-clad girls basking in the warmth ofthe flames.Julia headed for the big picture windows. "Look at the view!" sheexclaimed."Can you can see the whole mountain from here?" I inquired."Just the front side," Rob chuckled. "It's a lot better when the sun'sshining. C'mon, I'll show. So, on with the plan… being a chef I made a beautiful meal which was nicely keeping warm in the oven, the table nicely laid with candles and flowers ..the full works! . I greeted Jenny with a big (Fake!) smile and she said ‘ooh …something smells nice’ . She dropped her coat (as always expecting me to put it away) and her bags . She saw the table and said ‘ Ooo what’s all this in aid of then.. I might just order a pizza ‘ in a sassy voice looking at me to see if she had hurt me . I ignored that.