There were fingers on her tummy and they traced light, teasing patterns all over her warm flesh. When a finger circled her bellybutton and then dipped...into the tiny hole, she sucked her tummy in as far as she could. Suddenly Betsy was too confused to think straight. There seemed to be fingers everywhere. All she could do was utter moans of deep anguish when a finger slipped into her honey hole. Yet something pressed into the upper portion of her pussy slit and raked across her delicate. Karen was giggling. "You're my little brother now, and I'm your big sister." How could I get smaller?" Frank cried."I don't understand how it happened," his mother answered, "but we need to get you some clothes to wear."The only clothes they found that fit him were some of his sister's old clothes. Karen wanted Frank to wear one of her old dresses, but her mother told her to find some pants for him. So she found him a pair of girl's pants that she wore when she was 4 years old. She then handed. I want to make sure I get honest answers, not ones that are designed not to hurt her, OK? Trust me; you could say something totally innocent that could affect her in ways you can’t imagine.”“OK.”“OK, Bethany?”“Yes,” she said and went to the waiting room.“Steve, why are you here today?”“Bethany asked me to come. And I want to learn how to help her. A friend of mine warned me about how, uhm, volatile, I guess, this situation could be.”“Your friend is right. Let me guess, an adult. In February, our group of single friends decided we would have an ‘Anybody but couples’ party on Valentine’s Day. Nothing is worse than seeing all that lovey-dovey bullshit couples do when you’re alone on Valentine’s Day without a date. Fuck all those happy couples! How dare they find love and happiness while the rest of us had to wallow in our own hopeless singlehood! So, we told Sean and Kura that they weren’t invited to the party, and they’d have to make themselves scarce. ‘You might want to.