"My 'mommy' is obsessed with bubble rompers? I really don'tknow. She decided if she dressed me more babyish, I might get pickedon less?" Not a terribl... plan." So... like what do you do all day here?"She sighed. "Play baby?" You're not regressed though?" Most of us here aren't in the toddler room. Every now and then we'llhave to mix with a crawler group for something - they're much moreregressed. And of course, the infant rooms are the worst..." Anyone in the preschool rooms?"She nodded. "I. " God willing there may be more," Chadora remarked, leading Ana out of the door and into the streets beyond. The Convent was in a distant suburb of the city, and it was necessary to travel there by bus. Chadora took Ana to the bus stop several blocks away and they sat on the waiting bus as it prepared to leave. Ana envied the respect Chadora received from passers by, and remarked on this."The way I dress does indeed make a difference," Chadora agreed. "I am a servant of God, and therefore I am. But then I feel another set of hands and while I’d assumed it was hubs playing, I could no longer say for certain which set are his, or even if either of them are him!Together with the hands and fingers, there’s now tongues and lips. All over my body; my tits, my inner thighs, my face, my fingers, my neck, my pussy...I turn my head to the side and feel a hard cock touch my lips. I open my mouth and put my tongue out where I can taste the precum. Oh yummmmm!As I open my mouth wider to take the. Alana took the lead and shampoo’d Meg’s hair, moving the excess suds down her breasts and letting them slide down her back. Next she rinsed our her hair and put the conditioner in. Alana’s breasts were now pushed into Meg’s back as she reached for the soap. She reached around and moved it back and forth across her chest, down around all of her breasts, nipples, lifting them and making sure to get underneath. She moved the soap down her tummy, slid a finger around her naval. Meg moaned, and.