"Was it the same dream?"I nodded. It was always the same dream."This can't go on," said Carol, "you need professional help." A child psychologist won'... do any good," I sniffled. "We couldn't tellhim what he'd need to know to be able to help, that I'm not the littlegirl I appear to be. Tomorrow may be my fourth birthday, but I'm thirtyyears old." I hoped that after the funeral, things might improve for you."They hadn't. The funeral was four months ago. Carol and I been there,dressed all in. I just wanted to give you some room; tonight is Val's night. Make it special for her." I think it would be even more special for her if you were involved too," I told her. Her eyes opened wide."Daaadddyy!" she squealed. "You ... know about that?" Everyone knows, honey, including Mrs. Carlson down the street and your eighth grade counselor," I teased. I'd been waiting for a year to get her back for that one. It was worth the smack she gave me."Do not!" she denied. She stayed close to me, though.. Dorothy answered the questions, she wasn't really thinking, just reacting. "Can I kiss you tits, baby" she asked."Sure," Dorothy answered, breathing heavily. She moved her hand under her skirt as GG removed Dorothy's tits from their bra. The stripper kissed Dorothy's breasts, licked her nipples, licked up and down her chest from her neck down to her belly button. She then grabbed Dorothy's wrists and help them against the wall above her head, and rubbed her own tits against Dorothy's tits. She. The woman who'd hissed her comment a few moments earlier turned her face away sharply when she realised Jan was blowing the dog, but her hand was under her skirt and it was obvious, had anyone been watching her, that she was frigging herself furiously.Jan continued sucking Meat delicious cock, swallowing his come as rapidly as he shot it, but she had certain difficulty keeping his cock in her mouth, for be was hunching frantically in the desperation of his lust. After all, it had now been.