She tried to flick the shoe up in the air and catch it, but it hit off one of the cabinets. They snorted laughter. Robert picked it up for her.“Why,...thank you,” she said, as he knelt in front of her, holding out the shoe.“We also have these in a six,” he said.“Smell my foot,” she said.“What?”“Smell it!”Alyssa giggled and wiggled her toes under his nose. Her painted toenails matched her jumper. Robert grabbed her foot to steady it — ticklish, she laughed and jerked at his touch — and sniffed.. A huge figure loomed above him and his eyes tried to follow and focus on it with little success.?Oh, my poor baby,? came a voice and he was picked up and found himself held against soft warm skin. ?Mummy will look after you. Mummy will make sure nothing happens to my little girls.? William tried to struggle against the arms that held him, it was a fruitless exercise and his emotions began to get the better of him as his frustration grew.?No,? came the voice again, ?all mummy?s little girls are. I kept him after class. I locked the door and talked to him quietly. He was so hot looking it was hard to be around him and not, get wet. Those hot pictures of me and his hands kept looming up in my mind. I thought back how my uncle use to tickle me and feel so close to my tits. It excited me as I giggled I let him feel more, but pretended to be pushing his hand away. He once took his finger and put it inside my panties and rubbed my clit. I never forgot that feeling of excitement I felt that. Shit, maybe she was a blonde after all?“I see. And what keeps you warm while you’re keeping me warm?”.“I have no idea, but we’ll figure something out. Okay?”. Roy rummaged around for a bit, finding several old blankets and what was left of the sleeping bag. The bag was wet and shredded, but there was enough of it left to be useful. The water just might help to act as a seal between them and the cold winter air. He’d also found some cookies and crackers, and a loaf of bread that hadn’t turned.