But I wasn't having any luck. It wasn't where I thought it logically should be. I must have looked unsure because a young male employee asked if he ...ould help me. I think I blushed. Guilty conscience. I asked where the rope was and he said he'd show me. He showed me a row where they had all different kinds of clothesline, both cotton and polyester, sisal rope, tent rope, rope for kids' jungle gyms, etc. I figured we didn't want anything too thick, because it would be hard to tie knots. At first, through a deeply slurred voice she dismissed the problem and told me to forget about it. But I wasn’t going to take that for an answer. I insisted that she come take a look and I started making my way to the living room hoping she would follow. She did. She let go of the chair and wobbled her way to my well rehearsed position near the stroller. She barely made it to the living room; failing to properly negotiate the corner and thumping into the wall. She walked up to the opposite side. I couldn't help it. I let my chinsink onto my chest, my dum-dums spilling from my lips as I inhaleddeeply, filling my lungs to cry like a frustrated toddler. Mandy shuffledup the porch steps and nudged the girls aside to stand beside my playpenlooking down at me. Her expression was one of contempt mixed withdisgust."What's wrong with the baby?" The brunette Amazon inquired, glancing atmy raven-haired cousin.Alison shook her head, her full red lips pursed in dismay. "Hi Mandy. Ithink Baby Candy. Your suddenness takes me by surprise and my breathing gets quicker.I grab the back of your head and guide you to all the places I want you to kiss; my neck, my chest, my stomach, my sides. You grab the top of my jeans and undo the button and zipper and start working them down my legs. You get them off and let them go to fall on the floor as you start to take of my underwear. You kiss my clit when my underwear is finally off and lying next to my discarded jeans. You start to lick and suck and.