She'll probably stay the night with him; she took a small sack with her." Well, it is getting late and good girls shouldn't be out running around town... on their bikes this late." Aww, you think I'm a good girl. I like that," she giggled.Right then I knew I was in trouble."Yes, I think you're a very good girl. That's why I don't think you should be out here this late."With an impish look she bit her lower lip, "Would you give me and my bike a ride to my house, Mr. Sessions?" Of course, let’s load. .."So how was work Peaches?" asked her father.Vikki who was sucking on her mandarin flavoured water through the pullout tab of her bottle continued walking into lounge and sat in a vacant armchair as she looked at her parents who, just for a change, were sitting side-by-side on the couch simply watching TV instead of being engaged in rather more depraved and decidedly amoral activities. Her mother she noticed was, by her own daring and oftentimes slutty standard, rather sedately dressed with a. They were court shoes she said whichbasically meant they were closed at the front, and had a very high fourinch heel and were very thin. Though it seemed funny being that high,and it hurt I was happy because it made me more a girl. Mummy alsoadjusted my waist clincher even tighter and I could hardly breathe ormove. I didn't mind. Mummy told me I was her doll.When I was ready I looked a miniature version of mummy. She lookedbeautiful and I was glad I could be like her."Now Emily you must behave. The first time it happened I soaked the bed sheet through to the bed. Often when I masturbate, depending on what kind of release I want, I think about him and the wonderful things he used to do with his mouth, tongue and hands.“Are you sure?” I asked. I felt myself starting to get excited. This was unchartered territory. If we ventured there, would it be the same again?I could see she was thinking the same thing. I decided to take the lead. I had to be sure this was what she really wanted..