What were you ever thinking, Caz? She's a girl just like you! No, not like you at all; this one is a-treacherous-little-witch-of-a-girl. She's seen en...ough. No, seen too much. She turns away in self-disgust — but no, she turns and looks again, is compelled to by some perverse masochism, a need to punish herself with the girl's presence. Dorothy's eyes are pleading for her understanding, but all Caroline feels is bile rising. How did she ever imagine this person desirable, think of her as a. She doesn't seem to notice but remains relaxed, with her head to the side and her arms outstretched. I push up the skirt she's wearing to reveal her black thong panties. Her skin is very fair compared to mine and the whiteness of her ass contrasts well with the black lace that surrounds it. I massage her thighs, her calves, and even her feet. I work my way up her legs again but this time take off her skirt and panties. She doesn't move or protest but keeps lying there, as still as when I first. . but it was all she was going to get.“Tyke,” Eva said, “I realize you’re four years old. I also realize that, just like your Dad and Aunt’s that Four is a number that has no relationship to you except size. We don’t have your Daddy ... well ... The organization that is known as Crossroads has confessed that an effort was made to send him home after he performed his duty by the Damsel ... he was sent out the portal and it’s not our fault he didn’t arrive.”“Where did he go?” Tyche asked.“As far. She raised her butt, her cute soft hips were in front of my eyes. Her pink vagina was ready to be mine. I, with my masculine instinct, held her waist and inserted. I had chosen her asshole. It was tighter than I could ever imagine. I could listen her suppressed scream. I wrapped my legs around her. I had groped her boobs. She was carrying me on her back. I was banging her ass. Her soft ass was pressing against my pelvis and i was wild enough to stretch the walls of her asshole like animals. She.