Mummy I need a wee wee. Please will take me to the toilet? Looking down atKatie she was aware of what her mother used to call her "Potty dance". Thmov...ment of a small girl who has realised the urgency of the situation andis trying desperately not to wet herself. A moments panic at the thoughtof either burning the Omelettes or switching everything off to deal withthe emergency was solved when Fiona stepped into the breach and offered totake her instead which Tricia was delighted by. Katie. Dad tried very hard not to, but after a few minutes he couldnt resist looking from behind the shed. Immediately they made eye contact. The Girl was indeed masturbating, but she also seemed to be waiting for his look. She smiled, and with her free left hand she pulled the cotton fabric aside giving Dad a very clear look at what she was doing. Just as Dad had thought, she was completely shaven. Her labia were glistening and wet and a bit swollen. Her index finger was circling her clit and from. It was about a 15 minute walk to the highest point from the parking lot, nothing intense, just a nice relaxing hike with a slight grade.As we were still doing well on time we decided to take a slightly longer route through a deeper part of the forest by a bubbling brook that ran down into a pond. It was the kind of secluded place that you’d expect to find Bambi and Thumper playing around, sort of an idyllic little garden.It was at this point that I first noticed something about Maria; she. Most of the time while she was out having fun I was in my room having my own fun. One night I was on our couch watching TV thinking about her. She had walked in with an extremely good looking guy. He was tall at least 6’4. He had to work out a lot. His tight plan white t-shit showed off his sexy muscles. I was jealous. Not that she had him that he was getting a night with her - I wouldn’t have minded joining them. She took him into the bedroom. I heard her moan. I wanted to make her moan like.