Her name is Laura. The two of us are delighted to accept your invitation to dinner.”I watched Mr DiMartino with steady eyes. I was almost daring him...to take back his offer for me to bring a guest. I didn’t think he would.In my head I pictured Laura sticking her hand out when she was introduced and making her father shake her hand as if they’d never met before. That would have been perfect. Sadly Laura didn’t do that, she stood there like a statue so my perfect scene had to stay in my head.. “After I potty, could you please use a warm damp cloth to clean my vagina, and then use your tongue on my crack,” asked Dawn? The girl smiled and nodded yes. After she was done, Dawn stood up and held her dress above her waist so that her vagina was exposed while the young the girl gently used a wash rag to dab the folds of Dawn’s pussy while she sighed and leaned against the wall as her pussy received it’s bath. “All done Ma’am, said the girl, “would. Shehanded them over to Rachael, "perhaps this will help you. Tell me what youthink. " She took them from Trish and looked at them for a few minutes. Shegiggled from time to time. "OH Trish this is perfect. I love that purple bra and panty set you had himin. Oh and that nightie and stockings. Those are perfect for him. " "He never actually wore them Rachael," she quickly corrected Rachael. "Iused Photoshop but I bought the lingerie. I want your help to get him towear them, and I want you to help. Bat shit!I told Susan to have Jack start getting off the bus at my house starting in two weeks. I would begin the tutoring sessions from then until time to send him home. As I lived about a half block from Susan, this would be convenient for everyone.The first time that Jack arrived after school, I found that he was bright but lazy. His mind wondered. He failed to focus on anything worthwhile for more than a few minutes. It was a shame really, since he was otherwise a very special little.