His face was a mask of confusion. ‘But… is this what you want?’ I nodded. ‘I want to be with you, and with Sally.’ Again he was lost for wor...s. I reached out my hand to his shoulder. ‘Don’t worry, we have plenty of time.’ He blinked. ‘I can’t imagine what it must be like. So many things you’ll have to learn to cope with.’ He looked at me closely. ‘How do you feel?’ ‘Fine,’ I said. At that moment I realised that there was a strange sensation in my stomach, an… emptiness? I’d never felt any kind. I removed my hand from my cock and moving forward to the edge of the sofa I reached out cupping both hands on young Milly’s cheeks with my thumbs coming very close to her crack and as I gave them a gentle squeeze I accidently pulled them apart and being the helpful mother that Rachel was she assisted by pulling her panties out of her crack and to one side exposing young Milly’s darkened starfish which was just WOW!! I couldn’t believe she did that and as there was no complaints from the young. I think I understand how others feel when faced with similar episodes.I want to go back in time and change the events. Or, at the least, go up to those boys and tell them to knock it off. Leave the little kid alone.Another Interlude:I recall they day my son fell out of a tree. He was 6 years old. It was 1997.Our babysitter watched him, our daughter and a couple of other children.I was working at Merrill Lynch in Princeton, New Jersey, at the time. One of the managers came looking for me as. Sandy and I go back to the pool for a little swimming and playing around. Too many people in the pool area for fucking, so we head to our room. We order dinner to be delivered, watch some tv, fuck some more and go to sleep.it's the next morning and we fuck 2 more times, before getting dressed. Our bags are packed, I'm sitting on the bed while Sandy opens the door for us to leave.. I stand next to him, put my hand on his pants for one last feel. Sandy is hard as my tits are in his hand. i.