”“Good. Go get changed.”Errol watched the four-foot-eight-inch, light-skinned midget walk down the hallway. He checked on his daughter. Then, he...went to the fridge a got a beer. He was sitting on the sofa when Lamar returned. His baby momma’s uncle was now wearing a light blue sequined ballerina corset.Errol jumped up and rushed over to the forty-one year-old little person. He hugged him and said in his baritone voice, “I missed my tiny li’l faggot.”“Really, sexy,” asked Lamar.“Hell yeah! Look. I want to touch you just right, kiss you just right. Like this."He touched her cheek with the tip of his finger, as light as baby's breath. He traced a line from her cheekbone to her ear and along the line of her jaw, just making contact with her skin. Then he wet his fingertip in his mouth and touched her open lips. He moistened her lips, and wetting his fingertip again, touched her lower lip in the middle, making the tiniest circles. She stopped him, gasping."Oh, yes, that's it, that's just. I didn't say a word to your son and he had to wrap his lips around my pole. Right k**?" Brad asked looking down at the muscular red head. Timmy tried to say yes but it was muffled by the eight inches Brad had buried in his throat.It was a new experience watching any person go down on Brad. I had seen the pictures of his prior conquests and been in awe that others had done it but now I was getting a live performance. Still covered in the spunk of Eric I was almost a little jealous of Timmy and. .. and I ... don't."Milly looked away, unable to look at the pain she knew she'd caused. "Am I doing something wrong?" he asked."No, you're great. It's just me. I'll work it out." She turned back and kissed him, then said, "look, go back to sleep. Don't worry about it, I'll be fine." Then she rolled over, hoping he'd let it drop. After a few minutes she heard him snoring again, then cried herself to sleep.The next day, Milly busied herself with household errands. At lunch she and a few of the.