I could have objected but why? It would be a nice change from my usual routine of work and home. I hadn't spent any time outdoors in a long time. The...best reason to go was that Christy wanted me to. Christy and I helped clean up the kitchen. "Brook, can I borrow your rollers?" Christy asked. "Sure." She was quick to respond. "I've been dying to see what I can do with Jeffrey's hair." I spun to face her. "My hair!?" They ignored me. "He's got such pretty hair. Can I help?" Brook asked. He poured a little of the baby oil onto his cupped right palm and then rubbed his palms together for a second so the oil would not seem too cold on the little girl's hot skin.He then worked his fingers from the top of the crack of her ass slowly up her backbone sensuously.He pressed at all of the little bumps in her spine, making her grunt and groan with the released tension.Tamara could feel a little bit of her anxiety turning to liquid and drain from her body each time he pressed.She could. I assumed it must be a bedroom door that opened, and I was thinking ‘who would be in bed at 3 or 4 in the afternoon?’ Maybe She was really tired for some reason, or felt ill – I hadn’t really seen Her at the party so She couldn’t be drunk surely? Then She emerged in what looked like a very short dress, low-cut too. I was thinking ‘maybe some of the girls were trying clothes on or something’ but whatever, my heart was racing and I was feeling very heated up as I saw Her. She approached the top. Her flesh was as soft as a new born baby. He worked down until he reached her tummy. "Hello, Sweetheart. This is your Daddy. Here is a special kiss for my little angel." He kissed her just under her belly-button several times. "Good Night, My Little Love. We'll see you soon, and then we will kiss YOU. Grow strong in there, so Mommy and Daddy can have their little girl come out and play."He worked on down, doing everything he knew that Misti enjoyed. His sole purpose in life was to make her.