What time is it?"Miss Candy said, "Time for me to clean you up, you stinky little girl."I said, "I didn't want to wake you so I just used my nappy."Mi...s Candy said, "Its fine sweetheart, I said I would change your poohnappies."Miss Candy first undid my onesie and then removed my nappy cover andthen took me to the bath room where she removed my nappy and wiped mewith toilet paper and then helped me into a bubble filled bath and thenremoved her own clothes and joined me in the bath.She began to. "After a few seconds the guy was spent and appeared to be in very great need of a chair.Meanwhile Juggs very carefully withdrew both hands from the guy's trousers. One was very carefully trying not to spill the milky white contents that pooled in her palm.She held her cupped hand up to her nose and took in a deep breath. This had two effects. Firstly her expression took on a dreamy look of utter contentment; and secondly her already huge breasts seemed to gain a cup size - possibly two. I. It struck me as being completely in line with the Golden Rule, which she had also taught me and I continued to respect it as the best way to happiness for all.Now I was beginning to understand those rape fantasies some women admit to. The ones where they are captured by pirates, preferably Moorish pirates, with great bulging pecs and long, long, long knives. A long time ago, I had come to understand the fascination of young girls with horses--preferably stallions. I think I understood it better. But inside of me, there was a churning. His growing erection and his eyes told me that he must be feeling the same way, and that we were both committed the outcome of this sweet game. In the rainy wet of the shower, he came to me and took me gently at the waist, bending down to kiss me. Our mouths, wet and warm, came together beautifully. Our lips pressed together, then opened gently as our tongues began exploring one another’s mouths. We were not embracing. Our mouths were touching. His.