My frequent visits would reward me with another object of my sexual desire, their nanny/house keeper Alena. She was in her early 30's. She was 5'3 or ...o with a stocky build. She was strong, she always had a golden tone to her skin, she had a thick, solid bubble butt. I loved her strong calves and legs. I figured she played soccer back in Poland. Her breasts were pert and firm. She had beautiful blue eyes and short blond hair. I just loved her Polish accent. She'd spend 4, 12 hour days a week. Which brings me to my plan. There was a party, a party being done specifically for me. I asked my brother if he'd care to come along. Of course, he shied away at first. But slowly, I convinced him to come along with me. When we showed up, he seemed quite surprised. Not only that most people there were at least 17, but also that they were all dressed very revealing. Girls there would be showing off so much cleavage, or even wearing see through tops. Short skirts were everywhere, and every now. Reflecting on the myriad of alternatives in front of her, she started thinking. If only one of them could get me Jonathan back, she ruefully considered. But wishing was an aberration, something every scientist avoided. Rabelais, the emotional, sentimental Frenchman, she knew. sometimes indulged, but he was a universe away. If only someone could help… Jon was just making the finishing touches to the apartment, a mass of boxes, haphazardly-arranged furniture, and lost or hidden kitchen items. But she doesn’t give me much allowance to spend so I don’t go out that much.”“What a poor lonely little girl” thought Tyrone. “This is perfect.”“Daisy, do you own any sex toys?”She shamefacedly shook her head no.“How do you masturbate?”“Just with my fingers.”“Would you like some sex toys?”“I would but I’m afraid to ask my mother. She got pregnant as a teen and has been telling me all my life not to repeat her mistake so she doesn’t even want me to think about sex.”“Maybe your Daddy can give you.