Fussing over them. He wished his mommy fussed over him like that. He wished he were special like those girls."Yes mummy." came the shy response."You s...y yes please mummy, please make me your little girl," replied Emma."Yes please mummy, please make me your little girl," came the response."Good girl," encouraged Emma. "You're name is now Billie like that girl singer and you're my daughter."The child smiled."Good now sleep child. In the morning we will go to a new place to live."The next day Emma. As I reach down and put my hand into the water, you pull it back up. Grabbing my other hand you pull them over my head and grab both with one hand, pulling them behind your head. “No touching!” you say in a gruff voice. With your other hand free you slowly start to pinch my nipples, gently at first, then getting harder and harder. I love this, but I want you to rub my clit. “Please” I groan, “please do my pussy”. You move your hand down my wet, bubbly body, reaching the peak of my pussy, just. After about five minutes had passed, I rolled towards her in the bed and spoke to her in a voice barely above a whisper.‘’Did you enjoy that?’’A long silence followed and, for a moment, I thought she might have drifted off to sleep. Suddenly she answered my question with one of her own.‘’Were you watching me?’’‘’Watching and listening,’’ I replied.‘’I thought you were asleep.’’‘’I was until the bed started moving !’’ I answered, trying to inject a little humour into the situation.‘’Sorry…I…I. And he would be damn sure to speak perfectly, learn the rules of grammar, and read even more white poetry. He had already decided to do this in order to obtain her, because with each day that passed he wanted her more, a secret he had kept to himself, locked away in the cloisters of his heart. No one could ever know of this peculiar fascination with her. He guarded it fiercely and promised to tell no one or else forfeit this most sacred dream.The warm and stuffy classroom could not contain his.