Mary closed her eyes. Her nipples felt hot, her breasts swelling. She reached up and began squeezing one, and then the other, imagining his mouth sucking hot and wet on her breasts, her breathing becoming shallow, slow. The man's words were making her so hot. Hearing him say, "good girl" made her heart beat faster. When he said "Daddy" she practically gushed out loud.

She was seated on the floor of the closet, leaning into several folded blankets, her head against the wall. She scooted down a little, spread her legs, and unbuttoned the boy pants, slipped both her hands under the waistband.

"Mmmm, feels so good, Kitten, yes, mmm,...