“We should do this more often, so this so far beyond kinky,” I said. Then John took Jeanette's hand that she finger fucking me with and took her f...ngers in his mouth. That just made it even kinkier as if that was even possible, but he pulled it off. Then that was just too much Jeanette and I. We both just started moaning really loudly and exploded. “Holy fucking shit dad, she's right, we should do this again sometime,” Jeanette said. “Wow, that was the best threesome I ever had,” John replied.. ‘I’m a clinical art therapist, working primarily with children who have been abused and neglected.’ ‘Are you kidding me? You can’t be around people because of their flying emotions and yet you work with abused kids? How the hell does that work?’ ‘It’s not easy. I have to protect myself. The sunglasses filter out a lot, other than that there isn’t much I can do. But this is my gift and I have to use it to help. I come home and cleanse myself, I release what they’ve given me and I’m back to. ” I said as I threw my body back onto my bed. Then out of nowhere I started to hear a baby laughing and something started to move underneath my blanket. Curious of what could be underneath I pulled the blanket off the mysterious figure.“What the fuck is that!” I said with a cold chill going down my spine. “Why is their a baby in my bed? Wh.. Why doesnt it have a face?”Was all I could ask myself in disgust and fear.While trying to find any reasonable explanation for a reason why a baby was on my. The prickling sensation changes gradually to one of warmth and comfort and I manage to raise my head and look into your eyes and whisper "thank you baby". You just hold me tighter and I hear you sigh "thank God". I become more and more conscious of your body lying next to me. The familiar scratchy feeling of your leg hairs rubbing against my smooth legs. My fingers slowly move through the hairs on your chest and I lay my hand flat against your chest, right above your heart. I love to feel.