"Ooooo yah, F-Frankie ... Go bay-bee ... bay-bee, goooo..." "Oh Julie ... Julie ..." he said through ragged gasps. Frankie was shaking so much, and...I knew he was close. His voice quivering and gasping, he blurted, "Is it ... all right? Can... I ...?" I touched his face, gave him a nurturing smile. Breathless I said, "Oh sweetie... Please... " I parted my legs and Frankie nestled his chin in the nape of my neck. He kept grinding, smooth hips brushing the inside of my thigh as his thrusts got. All do, no harm. But me? One part ya, one part no. Een ok, ya, but no luv. Cute but low ceiling, yno? And no luv me, no matter mouth. He just like my nobs and fan, my style, my rank. Trophy girl, yno? He just want brag rights.I in Kitten Klan, top girls 9 Form. Zee, the prez, she no prudy trudy. Most Kittens bop, too, they paired. Some bop from 6 Form. Me, want more than bangdy-bop and bye. Not truluv, yno, but not just caus.So I let Een feelie but no bop.Ex-boy Jona I maybe luv some, I think.. Whenever no one was around he would fondle my breasts or try to slip his hands under my dress. I begged him to stop; he begged me to take off my panties. He teased me and 'blackmailed' me. "Mom, if you love me you would do anything for me. There's nothing you can't ask me to do; if you said I should lick you in the middle of the living room, I'd do it. And you wouldn't do this little thing for me?"He was playing but the truth is there is nothing he could ask that I wouldn't do and I want to. “I was thinking that the dreams would end when the girls were born. I guess not. How do you want to do this?”“Why don’t you feed Taylor since she was the first and we will take care of the rest.”I took a bottle out of the nursery refrigerator and placed it in the bottle warmer. When the warmer beeped I removed it and tested the temperature on the inside of my wrist. It was perfect. I went to the first bassinette and picked up my eldest and held her in my arms as I sat in one of the nursery.