Do you like Freddy?"Karen blushed a bit, luckily not too evident on her tanned face. Biting her lower lip, she tried to think of an answer that wouldn...t embarrass her. Cindy took that as an answer."That's what I thought. Look, my brother ... isn't doing well." Karen's eyes shot open. Cindy nodded. "None of us are, to be sure, but ... well, I have Greg, but he ... Freddy doesn't have anyone." Her eyes met Karen's. "He NEEDS someone. Just to hold, if nothing else. I know he thinks you're. "Hey John how would you like to be mybaby sister instead of my baby brother?" she said smiling. John couldstill think like he used to and he remembered everything he had everknown, and when he heard those words, he frantically tried to tell herno."Please Tiffany don't do this," he screamed out. All Tiffany heard wasthe cooing and gurgling of a baby. "It's okay Jenny," Tiffany beamed, "Iknow what you want, you want to be my precious little baby sister." Withthat she said, "I wish John was a baby. She was soaking wet between the legs and it didn't feel or smell like wee. In fact when I caught her there with my finger, it seemed to be sticky and she not only shuddered, she gave a little soft moaning sound. I picked up the belt and gave her half a dozen across the bare bottom and she just lay there and took it. I told Pete and Charlie to pull her to her feet and pulled the sofa into the middle of the room. I indicated that they should pull our former tormentor over the back of it and. She hit a good ball, harder than I was used to working with and I was excited to coach a player with real potential. Her father was anxious to get the lessons started and I was happy to oblige. Our first lesson went very well, just as I liked my lessons to go. She made improvement. But what struck me about the first lesson was that some of my old lust was returning. She wore a white tank top with her nipples just barely poking through, her top a little damp from sweat. Below she wore.