I grimaced but followed her to the back door and tried to go into myplayhouse, but it was locked. "Mommy, would you please let me in?" Iasked."Tell yo... what, why don't you try the play equipment..." she started tosay and I felt my face fall."What's wrong?"I sighed. "You remember I really am an adult?" You're not here though," she told me."Please? Just let me do my own thing for a bit? This morning I had myfill of 'pretending' to be a baby. The worst was watching one of thewomen engage in what I. Chestnut, straight hair with a natural gloss. Brown eyes (mine are blue... ) in a sweet, round face. Features, well, average, lips neither thin nor particularly plump. Straight, white teeth, straight nose. Figure? Nicely curved, neither thin (remarkable, given her story) nor over-weight. Small breasts, but large enough to shape the jumper pleasingly. An average, attractive, teenager. But in no way was she average to me..."How long have you been with me? Is this really only the fourth day?" Yep.. Lost in the haze of cannabis and lust, I was suddenly aware of hands slipping between our bodies to first fondle Kathleen's massive breasts then turn to give playful tugs through my shirt at my own sensative nipples. As one of the hands moved lower to slip under Kathleen's bulging abdomen and run a finger up and down her furrow, the other reached around the other side of her massive body to gently cup my tight balls and caress them in time to Kathleen's humping against my cock. Not wanting to. We were almost face to face. I put one of her hands on my cock and started to talk. We were staring at one another.“Stroke me.”She started to say ‘Okay’ but I shushed her.“Stroke it slower.”She did.“Do you believe that Beth’s mom fucked your dad?”“Yes!”“A lot?”“YES!”My blood was in a contest with itself to fill my cock as fast as it could. I felt Amy’s grip widen and her stroke action get a little more active.“You jealous?”“Yes.”Her eyes dropped away from mine.“Look at me.”She.