Her breath hissed in on a gasp and her eyes fluttered closed. Her hand was steady on me, and she squeezed, her fingers moving over me, lightly, soft, ...xploring, her thumb rubbing over the mushroom head even as my own fingers caressed their way over her belly, through the fleece on her mound and down between her legs. Almost unconsciously, her legs separated and I slid my finger the length of her cleft, up to the hood of her clitoris, moving easily in her juices. I slid a finger, two, into her,. He thought shewas very nice because she never called him runt or squirt. She was just alittle larger than he was and she was also nine. He enjoyed playing withher and often played just about all day with her. Then one day she asked him to wear one of her old dresses. He said hedidn't think so but she kept on badgering him until he agreed to wearone. She then told him to get completely undressed and he did. She handedhim a pair of Little Mermaid panties and a silk slip to put on. He gotthem on. She shook the bars like an outraged convict, screamed holy terror at thetop of her lungs. Not even hours of preparatory lullabies could persuadeher to give the crib a try. She refused to take so much as an afternoonnap there. Eventually they were forced to give in and carry Phoebe backto their bed where she inevitably crept up between them, flailing hersurprisingly strong little arms and legs about in dreams of god-knows-what, forcing Marcia to sleep with one arm protecting her head and. It was middle of the summer and the night was hot and humid so we were wearing as little as possible to stay cool. We were sitting around trying to dry off after washing out the kennel floor. We always get soaked from the splashing hoses. One of the girls brought out a bottle of bourbon. I did not know this but bourbon is the fashionable alcohol to drink now. I had not had any since my college days and it was always mixed with coke. But these girls were hitting it straight from the bottle. The.