You respond affirmatively and immediately after, a tangy wetness hits your tongue while you were lapping at her birth canal. Then it starts to gush in...o your open mouth. Too much for you to catch it all. Her piss runs down your face and pools behind your neck. Some runs down her own legs and coats both of your stomachs. ‘Oh that felt so great releasing that pressure,’ she says. She turns herself around and watches you, drenched, wiping your eyes and mouth clean. She smooths your now wet hair. Do you need a hand getting Judy changed?"I heard her sudden intake of breath and figured she hoped I wouldn't discover Judy's problem. Instead of letting her stew about it, I said. "I've been through that with other children and understand the issues. She's been living such a stressful life, and accidents are inevitable while their systems adjust to normalcy. If you need a strong pair of arms, let me know. I can hold her while you clean her up and get her into fresh clothes."The silence told me. ‘Donnie, would you do me a favor?’ she asked. ‘I’d kill for you. I’d move mountains, I’d swim the English Channel!’ Donnie thought. ‘Um…ah…sure,’ he stammered. ‘I can’t reach my back to put on suntan lotion,’ Melinda said. ‘Could you do it for me?’ ‘She wants me to touch her!’ Donnie thought. His rigid cock jumped in his pants. Hands shaking, he picked up the tanning lotion, fumbled with the cap, finally got it open, and squeezed some lotion onto his hands. Rubbing it between his hands to warm. ‘They’ll be back here in ten minutes or so.’ ‘Sure you won’t come with me?’ asked Kitty with an enticing wink, but Tom shook his head. ‘The Captain will take it out on my family. I can’t risk it.’ Kitty shinned spryly down the rope and dropped into the boat. She had only rowed in a leisurely fashion on the lake in the grounds of Templecombe before and hoped she would have enough command of the oars to get to the quayside before she was reported missing. It was a long shot. But she thought it.