"Ummm . . . oh God yeah, I haven't even come today," he hissed, throwing his head back out of my eyeline."Well, you're gonna fucking come for me now, ...ren't you?"Still jacking his long, thick teenage tool with my right hand, I placed my mouth over the head again and sucked at him hungrily. Spit drooled down his shaft, wetting my fingers, and I took two of them and reached under his balls and between his legs, stroking his taint while he shuddered and groaned somewhere above me, then carrying on. "We've got about three minutes before they break in here. Put her down!"I threw him the blanket."Wrap her up," I screamed at him. "Wrap her up!"I knelt beside him with the doll."Molly Benton," I said. "1027 Brandywine Lane. January 9, 2010. Life-size." Hi, master," said the five-year-old girl who appeared between us just as the Pope finished folding the blanket over. She'd be missing a day out of her life, but I wasn't planning on telling her. I imagine the Pope wasn't going to be talking much. My tongue tenderly penetrated her mouth, right now wanting this woman who wanted me. She took my hand and led me into the spare bedroom. We kissed again, more urgently, and I reached up behind her and felt the top of her zip. That little black dress that had mesmerised me back in the airport Coffee Shop slipped silkily to the floor and I felt the heat of her body pressed against mine. I stepped back and clumsily pulled off my clothes all the time watching as Céleste slowly unclipped her lacy. His hands clasped my buttocks, fingers exploring the material of the denim skirt I was wearing; he ground his hips into me and kissed me deeper still. I’d always wanted to kiss him but he never would, for him I was a guy who didn’t mind him using my body for his pleasure, now, dressed as a girl, he wanted me. He slipped a hand up under my skirt and felt the broad expanse of thigh the thong gave me; then the hands strayed onto my bare buttocks until they found the thin strip of material covering.