Sometimes I could almost convince myself that I had reached down and stroked her pussy though her panties with my fingertips.Sometimes I could almost convince myself that I had reached down and stroked her pussy though her panties with my fingertips. Other times I imagined ripping through that thin cotton material and sinking my tongue into her tight hole. All of it was buttshit, all of it drove me crazy. I was almost too quick to agree with Pete and Judith when they asked me to sit with the kids again. They did not seem to notice my strange eagerness - but that was not too suprising. When it came to their kids they seemed to notice damned little. It was the weekend before halloween, and the kids were fussing about their costumes. Pete and Judith had left abruptly, again leaving me with no instructions, and I was trying to help the kids, especially Kelli, to finish up their costumes. Jeff was going to be a cowboy. Easily done, all you need is jeans and a plaid shirt, a cowboy hat, a six shooter in a holster, and maybe some chaps. Jeff had all these things but wanted to be a marshall, so I made him a star out of tinfoil. Kelli waited patiently for my help with her costume, which was to be a female vampire. Once the star was finished, Jeff ran off upstairs to look at himself in the mirror and play in his new costume. "I want to be a vampira," Kelli said, holding out a black swath of material. The swath was actually an extremely slinky, tight nylon dress that she'd borrowed from her mother. She also said she had a set of false fangs she'd bought at the novelty store, and a black wig an aunt had given her for a witch costume the previous year. |