Mummy wants to hear you sucking. Good girl!"She pressed his warm nappy against his groin after he climbed down andcooed, "Ooo! What a wet nappy!" She ...upped her hand under his crotch andpressed the warm sodden mass against his genitals. "You like that,though - don't you, baby girl?" He nodded, grimacing in self-loathingaround the wide guard of his pacifier in spite of his arousal. "That'salright, sweetie," Mummy reassured him. "You're just a baby girl, andbabies don't mind being wet or messy.. I preferred baseball but wasn’t particularly good at that either. It was a good thing we had a small school or I’d have never made the team.We were pretty good in school, typically getting A’s and B’s, but if Chris had one failing it would be that he was painfully shy with girls. I wasn’t exactly Don Juan, but at least I could speak to a girl without getting all flustered and making an idiot of myself (at least sometimes). I actually had a girlfriend in my senior year, Tina. She was my. She planned the wedding for the middle of her cycle.The wedding was a celebration on a number of levels. The groom, in his tuxedo, looked tall, strong and confident. People were used to seeing him like that. The bride, in her flowing pale ivory dress, also looked confident, in a way most people weren’t used to seeing her. Connie had always faded into the background, for the most part.That day, as she strolled almost languidly down the aisle toward Bobby, was nothing like that. She looked like. She felt a burning in her hand as the gem seated itself in the bones of her hand. As she watched, the wound closed up and healed, leaving only a faint reddish glow through her skin to show where the stone now rested. She did the same for the right hand with the same result. The pain of the first two stones had her soaking with sweat, her mind faint from the pain. She could feel the power of the stones flowing from one hand to the other now and it made her heart jump with each pulse of energy..