He was actuallywrong-he appeared to be exactly what he was dressed as-a very well puttogether ten year old girl out for a celebration with her family....hough her cheeks seemed to be extraordinarily red-one thought was thatshe was much too young to wear such a bold shade of blush.They all ordered meals appropriate to females of their varying ages withsalads, which were all delivered and they ate everything with greatrelish. At the end of the meal, Robin had to use the restroom. Herealized that. It felt so good I was at a loss for words. She made the occasional joke, as is her style, but we held each other like that for a long time. And we kissed. Did we ever. Sweet and slow, fast and intense, alternating as naturally as the tides. For an hour or more we were like this, making quiet confessions, recounting so much time spent together at the bookstore. The floodgates, while not obliterated, had opened up. The line had been crossed, from maybe-date to certain-date. Many other lines, all. My cock was getting harder, swinging back and forth from anticipation.She pointed at a dog collar on the coffee table. It was attached to a leash. "Put it on."I picked it up and wrapped the collar around my throat. I buckled it on. The leash hung down my chest, brushing against my hard on. She smacked me on the chest. Taking the leash in her hands, she turned and started walking away, pulling on the leash. I go to get up to follow her and she swung the riding crop back and hit me on the. " Did you pee, mommy? Your legs are all wet?" Shana asked. Mounika laughed with a bit of embarrassment. "No, when mommy gets really turned on my insides get wet. That helps Daddy put his thing in me. Your little body wasn't really ready for him so that didn't happen to you." Mounika paused a moment. "Do you want to feel how wet I am?"Shana reached out and touched Mounika's thigh to touch the wetness. "No, here." Mounika took Shana's hand and pressed it to her pussy. "Feel that? Go.