Unlike the stereotypicalwoman, Helen could get herself dressed and ready for anything in recordtime, and she always looked good. "Let's get you ready..." she said,grabbing my hand and pulling me from the couch where I had plopped down toenjoy the game.She had already picked out lingerie for me, and it wasn't exactly thefirst time I had worn a dress. I got into the clothing quickly while shewaited in the living room for me in the living room, brushed my hair andput on a little lipstick. It was. Now came those silky webbed like stockings as Islowly and luxuriously slid them up my bare legs as if they were tastymorsels begging to be savoured.The most delicious feeling of all came last. I slipped my delicate feetinto a delirium of three inch strappy ivory sandals.Don't worry I had not forgotten about the lovely flower girl dress buteven at the age of six shoes always gave me a sense of security which nocloth garment could.So there I was sitting at the vanity mirror looking somewhat. I imagined the discomfort that she would have felt from my cock deep inside her mouth, almost in her throat; the discomfort of the big butt plug inside her arse. I wished so much that she was in front of me right now. I would have reached over and pulled on the plug a little, just enough to make her squirm and yelp, perhaps. Not much yelping could be done, though. Not with my cock in her sweet, fat-lipped mouth and then I would tell her I was cumming and make her open her eyes and look at me. And hurry!"Chad ran to the kitchen and came back a moment later with the pacifierin his mouth."Now that's more like it!" Sandy declared. "Are you ready?" she askedhim.Chad just shrugged. "I guess so," he said around the pacifier in hismouth. "What else is there?" He wasn't taking any other clothes oranything else."How about his diaper bag?" Mel suggested."Yeah," Sandy replied. "Good idea! I guess with him, it really is justlike taking care of a real baby!" Oh wait!" Mel suddenly said. .