He wanted to shrink throughthe floor."Can I help you?" she asked."Yes, that would be great," Mara replied. "I unexpectedly found myselfwith a baby in ...he house, and need some supplies. Could you show mewhat I might need to care for him?" Of course, follow me. Now, I might have misheard, but did you say thathis baby is a boy?" Good point!" Mara laughed. "He doesn't make a very good boy, and mightbe better off as a girl. I think some pink would do him..or her...somegood."The salesgirl giggled. She gasped at the unexpected entry but turned her head to face him with a smile, intimating that it was good enough for him to continue. He kept lubing her asshole up for a few minutes, making it nice and wet in preparation for what he aimed to do next. Without a word, he slid the first inch or so of his cock into her asshole, curious as to how much she could take. With a barely disguised lust she instructed him to go deeper, so he did, slowly inching his cock into her asshole until he was. It was the start of the summer school holidays, so there wasn't any homework. Dad had muttered something about getting a job, but you can't just find a job these days, like he could when he was my age. Danni and Rachel were in their room. They spoke in low voices, so I couldn't hear them, even when I pressed my ear against their door. I expect they were plotting and scheming, or talking about clothes. I went to my room and booted up the PC. Spent half an hour updating software and apps, before. I tottered up the uneven front path andclimbed the steps to the left hand door. We had the upstairs flat. Somestudents lived downstairs - a pack of noisy kids who played the drumslate into the evening. They were real bastards about it.I lifted the keys to the lock but stopped there, poised, looking atmyself in the reflection: the ruffled tank top; the mini skirt; myskinny legs; the stilettos. I looked into my face; at the muddledexpression looking back at me framed by the curtains of curly.