I knew that I was becoming weaker by the day. I had heard Abigail warned that soon her baby doll would have to go away for a few days, but when she re...urned she would be a real baby doll. Abigail was so excited and held me so tight, rocking me in her arms. The feeling of helplessness was intense. My existence of being fed, winded, nappy changed, bathed and dressed was totally controlled by the girl that owned the doll, and I was the doll.Some days she would get up and forget her doll. The cot. Flattery may just get you places, you know."Tommy blushed. It was a color I'd see often on his cheeks. In the weeks to come, Tommy took to hanging out at our place from time to time. Carla encouraged him to keep her company while I was gone. The clothes she wore - or didn't wear - around him probably helped. More often than not, Carla wore swimwear around Tommy. Occasionally, she'd sport a tight-fitting and very thin halter-top that left her gorgeous stomach and belly button completely bare.. She peeled her panties off, and started to toss them into the machine.“Let me have them,” Jerry said, taking her panties.Debra watched him stuff the crotch of her panties into his mouth. Jerry sucked them, his eyes rolling.“You like that?” she asked, her voice soft, with a slight quiver in it.“Mmmmm!” he replied, nodding his head.She stood and watched her son suck her piss wet panties, his fist gripping his cock hard. Her cunt lurched, and her clit throbbed with a tight, hard knot. She lowered. I think she was just trying to thankme for breaking Jack out of his shell. I'm not sure I liked Jack breakingout of a shell and flying off to someone else. So this is the story, asTammy told it:"Well, out of the blue, like, I get this call from Jack's mother. Sheasked me about something or another about a church function, and then shesays 'oh, Jack wants to ask you something.'I interrupted for a moment. "Wait! Jack's mother called you?" Yeah, but I figure Jack was just afraid to make the.