Filename: GirlView.txt

Title: A Little Girl's Point of View

Author: Eliston Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com

Codes: gM, brief MF, brief gF

Keywords: Coer, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Anal, Piv, 1st,
brief_Les/Inc

Summary:  My bestest friend in the whole world, Mister Stevie, is fun,
likes to play lots, he's kind to me and my Momma, loves me a whole
bunch, and he always seems to know the right things to do and say to
make me feel super good.  Mister Stevie likes to give me special tickles
and lots of hugs under my dress, on my panties, and even when I ain't
got no panties on.  He likes when we play games all by ourselves when
he's doing things that make me feel like my tummy is gonna 'splode and
my legs are all jumpy and stuff 'cause of all the neat tingles inside
me.  He is the best friend and pretend Daddy in the whole world, and
I'll let him do whatever he wants with me so we can both have fun.

!WARNING!  This fictional account from a little girl's perspective is
heavily laced with lewd and extremely immoral deeds by a manipulative
and perverted man.  He uses an innocent little girl's body to satisfy
his wicked cravings and coerces her to accede to his sexual desires
until nothing of her body is left untainted.  He may not act in a cruel
and violent manner, but his actions are extremely pornographic.  If you
are the least offended by the lurid actions by a rampant pedophile, do
NOT read this.  It starts slow, but soon sizzles.

Copyright: Eliston Gaulfre, 2012

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Preface:

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your local standards regarding the reading of adult erotic material.

The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities
between an adult man and an underage girl, the protagonist portrayed as
a *very* young girl.  If you are the least offended by physical contact
of a sexual nature between an adult man and young female children, then
delete this file and be on your way.  There will be no pity taken on, or
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None of the events described herein ever took place nor were influenced
by the descriptions or deeds by any human being.  Everything in this
fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was
touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation.

REMEMBER ... this is nothing but fiction!!!  Don't try this at home or
with any little girl or boy.  Exercise restraint and let your passions
run wild in your mind, but not in Real Life.

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Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if
you find yourself aroused.

Eliston Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com

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"Erin?  Are you dressed yet?"

It was just too hot to keep my dress and panties on.  My Momma said I
could take them off, so they were behind me on the floor again.  The
pretend game of dress-up I was playing with my doll was fun, because
both of us were happy not wearing anything and I didn't want to stop,
but if I didn't say nothing to my Momma pretty soon I was gonna get a
spanking on my bare bummy again.

"Awwww, Momma!  Do I gotta go?"

When my Momma walked into my bedroom she looked real mad.

"Erin Miranda!  I told you we didn't have much time!"

I knew the way my Momma was talking I might get another spanking on my
bare bummy.  Since I didn't put my clothes in the hamper or any of my
toys back in my toy box she was gonna get even madder.

"Young lady ... I wish you'd just listen to me sometimes.  Now we're
gonna miss the bus!"

My tummy started to tingle 'cause pretty soon my Momma would get all mad
and then she'd make my bummy hurt a whole bunch with lots of spankings.
I didn't like that.  But then my Momma looked at me with a really sad
face and her voice got all soft.

"Why, Erin?  Why won't you listen to me?  All I want is for you to be
good, but you seem determined to disobey me all the time."

Instead of giving me a spanking my Momma sat down on my messy bed, got
her head down close to her knees, put her hands over her face, and then
she started to cry.  I felt really bad 'cause when my Momma cries it
hurts me too, maybe even more than when she spanks me.  My tummy was
hurting so much and I felt so bad that I got up off the floor and then
went to hug my Momma.  I didn't like to see my Momma cry, and she was
crying a lot more ever since my Daddy didn't come home.

I don't know how long I was close to my Momma, but pretty soon she gave
me this super big hug and cried even a little bit louder in my ear.  It
hurt a lot for her to squeeze me like that and her loud voice made my
ear feel like it was gonna 'splode 'cause she was so close and was
crying so much.  I wanted to wiggle away a tiny bit, but I think it was
better for me to just wait until she let go.  When she did my Momma held
me in front of her, looked at me with a funny crying look, smiled at the
same time, and then talked all soft like she did after she spanked me
sometimes really hard.

"Baby ... I wish you'd listen to me more.  I don't wanna spank you so
much, but I don't know what else to do."

She gave me another hug, but it wasn't like nearly as super tight as the
first one, and then she let me go.  She wiped her face dry, looked at me
with a big smile, and then she sounded all super nice, like she wanted
to play or something.

"How about if we got you dressed and then go shopping?  If you're a good
girl today I'll buy you some ice cream for dessert, okay?"

"Really, Momma?  Ice cream?"

I started jumping up and down and couldn't believe she wanted to get me
ice cream.  We didn't get nice stuff very much since my Daddy didn't
come home, so when she wanted to buy me ice cream it was special.

All I could think about was what flavor I wanted -- peppermint.  I loved
the way it made my nose tingle and the really nice sweet flavor like
candy when I let it go all around in my mouth.  The pink color swirls
were fun to play with at first and pretty soon after it melted a little
bit all the curly lines and thin red stuff would mix with the vanilla
part and it would all turn pink.  It still had the nice peppermint
flavor after that, but I couldn't follow the curls and swishes after it
was pink all over.

My Momma helped me get a pair of panties out of my drawer and then she
helped me put my clean panties and my dress back on.  It didn't take a
real long time, but I still wanted to play with my doll.  I think my
Momma saw me looking at my toys, but she didn't get mad again and just
kept me doing stuff so I didn't stop and play no more.

Me and Momma walked down the stairs of our building almost all the way
to the front when I felt that awful tingle again.  I should have said
something before, but I forgot I had to go pee 'cause all I was thinking
about before was the ice cream and playing with my doll and my other
toys.  The way my Momma walked really fast down the stairs holding my
hand it was hard to stop thinking about how bad I had to go.

Just as we got to the top part of the last stairs close to the front
door I pulled my hand out from hers, stopped, pulled my dress up, put my
hand between my legs up against my panties real super tight, and tried
to hold the pee in.  As soon as she stopped and looked at me she had
that same sad face all over again like she had in my bedroom.

"No, Erin.  Why didn't you say something before?"

This time the tingle was like super strong and I could tell I was gonna
wet my panties, 'cause we were gonna have to walk all the way back
upstairs to our house.  Momma was gonna get real mad, again, 'cause I
had to pee super bad and I couldn't wait no more.

She must have known how much I needed to go pee, 'cause she didn't try
to make me go either up or down the stairs for a minute.  All she did
was get down close to me and stay quiet.  That's when this one guy in
our building came out of his house behind my Momma and saw me and Momma
standing close to his front door.

He looked nice all dressed up, like he was gonna go to his work place or
something.  My Daddy used to dress up all nice too, and I liked it when
he let me help him with his tie 'cause I got lots of kisses and tickles
when I twisted and pulled his tie and then made it go straight.

Looking at the nice man and thinking of my Daddy made the pee tingles go
away for a tiny second, but I knew if I didn't squeeze my panties really
super tight with my hand I'd have an accident.  The man must have known
I needed to go potty too 'cause he didn't go down stairs to the front
door right away and he started to talk all soft and nice like when my
Momma needed someone to be nice to her and stuff.

"Looks like somebody's in a little distress.  How far is her potty?"

I didn't know if he was talking to me, except he kept looking at my hand
on my panties pulling super hard on my peepee, and he was smiling really
super big.  I'm glad my Momma could talk 'cause I forgot about my Daddy,
and I felt that super strong tingle again like I was just about to pee
really bad.

"Up three flights."

"May I offer a helping hand?  It looks like she's about to have an
accident."

"Oh, you don't have to "

When my Momma started to talk to the nice looking man I felt that pee
tingle real strong, so I said something.

"Momma ... I gotta pee super bad."

"On second thought ... would it be a terrible imposition?"

"Not at all.  It might be better if I picked her up, since it looks as
if she might not be able to walk quickly enough.  By the expression on
her face she may explode any second."

I didn't expect Momma to smile and giggle 'cause the man was talking
about me 'sploding, but she seemed to like the man for being so nice.

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all."

Momma stood back up, moved close to the wall, and the nice man dressed
in his pretty clothes picked me up.  I could tell he must have been a
daddy 'cause he was smiling super big and his arms were like super
strong.  He also knew how to pull my dress up really far so I wouldn't
get pee on it and where to put his hand under my dress between my legs
with his fingers not tickling on my peepee.  His other one held me
around my back so I didn't have to let go of my panties, so I felt like
really good.  Before I knew it he was holding me close to him like he
really liked me and he carried me into his house.  The good thing was he
didn't make my legs go super far apart, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be
able to hold my pee in no more.

"Please excuse the mess, ladies, but I just moved in a few days ago.
I've only recently had a chance to get a few pieces of furniture and
haven't had an opportunity to get anything arranged."

It felt so nice to be close to him and smell his nice perfume.  He
didn't smell like my Daddy, but I liked his smell even better 'cause it
was like a really strong smell that made him seem like he was playing
dress-up.  When I put my hand that wasn't holding my panties around his
neck his skin above his clothes was like super soft, not like my Daddy.
My Daddy had to shave a whole bunch and his whiskers always tickled and
sometimes his face was like super prickly when he tried to kiss me and
stuff.  It felt good sometimes when my Daddy would play tickle games and
would kiss my tummy and my legs and even my bummy, but most of the time
it was too sticky and it made my skin all hurted and red, so I had to
push my Daddy's face away if he kissed or tickled me too much.  But not
the nice man.

The man's house looked nicer than me and Momma's, and I saw a whole
bunch of neat stuff and lots of boxes too.  I'm glad he didn't want to
show me and Momma nothing 'cause that really strong pee tingle got even
worse and I could feel a tiny bit of pee wanting to come out.  When he
started to talk to my mommy again I almost got scared 'cause I wasn't
paying attention to him.

"Miss ... I don't have a smaller potty seat for someone her size, so
you'll have to help me get her situated on the front edge after I sit
her down."

"You're so kind.  I don't know how to thank you for this."

"Don't worry about it.  It wouldn't be very neighborly of me to just
walk away when your little one was in such distress.  Now ... let's get
her situated properly so we minimize any liquid damage."

Momma's face was all red and she looked like she was a little bit
scared, but she didn't say nothing when the nice man put my feet down on
the floor in his potty room and then pulled my panties down.  I'm glad
he knew what to do 'cause I couldn't tell him that I was just about to
go pee really bad.  As soon as he pulled my panties down to my knees he
lifted my dress up in back a whole bunch, and then he put my bummy on
the edge of the potty.  He must have been a Daddy 'cause he knew where
my bummy needed to go so I could go pee and not fall into the cold
water.

As soon as my bummy was touching this super big plastic ring he pulled
my dress up almost all the way to my head in back so it didn't go under
my bummy and get wet.  After that I spread my legs a little bit and
couldn't wait no more, so I started to pee a whole bunch.  When I looked
up the nice man was smiling and looking between my legs at my peepee,
probably 'cause he was making sure I did a good job and all the pee went
into the water underneath.  He was a nice man 'cause he looked happy and
kept looking between my legs to make sure I finished and all my pee came
out like it was supposed to.

"Mercy!  It looks like we made it just in time.  Now that she's in place
how about if I let you take over, Mom?  I'll step outside of the potty
so you two can take care of the delicate stuff.  If you'd like one
there's a plastic tub of soapy wipes under the sink."

I kinda didn't want him to go, but since I was sitting down on the potty
and my pee was all coming out without wetting my panties none I guess he
didn't think I needed no more help.  I liked the man and wanted to ask
him to stay with me so we could maybe talk or even play a little bit,
but after he stopped looking at my peepee he smiled at me and looked
like he was gonna go someplace again.

Just before he stood up he gave me this little kiss on my forehead,
smiled more more, and then he moved out of the way so my Momma could
hold me up and keep my bummy from falling into the water.  If she didn't
I might fall into the big hole of the potty and get my bummy all wet.
As soon as he was standing on the other side of Momma he winked at me,
smiled, and then closed the door.  That's when Momma got down close to
my knees and smiled at me with this kinda scared look on her face and
helped me hold my dress up.

"He's such a nice man to help like that, Erin.  You should be grateful
he came out in time or you'd have wet your panties again.  You know what
would have happened after that, don't you?"

"I'd get another spanking, Momma?"

"That's right.  You need to tell me *before* we leave our apartment that
you have to go pee, young lady.  You're very lucky he's been so kind."

I didn't know what to say right away, but there was one thing that might
make my Momma feel a little bit better.  It didn't always make her
smile, but she seemed to like it when I told her anyway.

"I'm sorry, Momma."

"You need to remember things like this more often, Erin.  If you can
remember everything like a big girl, then you won't get so many
spankings all the time, okay?"

"I'll try, Momma."

When Momma needed to help me wipe my peepee I almost felt like I was
gonna fall into the big hole in the potty and get my bummy wet.  She
must have seen I was scared 'cause I was holding onto the big plastic
seat, so she held onto me and my dress on my back with one hand and
wiped me good with some tissue using her other hand.  The nice man's
tissue felt softer than the stuff in our potty, and it seemed like Momma
was wiping me with a soft towel instead of the regular scratchy paper we
used.

It felt good, and I wanted to use the nice man's tissue paper a whole
bunch some more.  If I was nice and asked him maybe he would let me come
over when I was playing outside and then I could use his potty again.
Then he could help me make sure my pee came out okay and watch my peepee
as much as he did before, and then he could hold me up so I didn't fall
into the big hole in his potty, and then he could let me use his nice
soft tissue when I was all done.

After she wiped my peepee dry she lifted me up, let my feet touch the
fuzzy carpet on the floor, helped me pull my panties back up, and then
flushed the potty.  As soon as it finished making noise she put her face
super close to my ear and whispered.

"You need to thank the nice man for helping us like this, okay?"

"Yes, Momma."

She opened the potty door but the nice man wasn't nowhere.  After Momma
came out of the potty she pushed against my back so we were going back
to his front door.  That's when both Momma and me saw the nice man
again.  I don't know why he was standing outside with the front door
open, but it made my Momma smile 'cause she acted a whole lot better and
didn't look scared no more.  As soon as me and Momma were close to him
Momma pushed against my back and then said one word to me.

"Well?"

Before I could say nothing the nice man got down in front of me, smiled,
put one hand on my left arm, put his other one on the side of my tummy,
and then gave me like this pretend hug without pulling me super close.
I felt all super nice and smiled at him for a second and just couldn't
think of nothing until Momma called my name.

"Erin?"

His eyes looked so happy and his smile was so pretty.  All I could do
was look at his face and smile back to him.  It felt like he wanted to
be my friend, and I was wishing I could ask him to come play with me.

"Erin?  What do you say?"

"Can you come play with me, Mister?"

"ERIN!  That's not what I meant!"

That's when the man did his one eye closed really quick like he was
trying to make me giggle and then talked to my momma when he was looking
at me.

"It's okay.  I think Erin just wants to do things at *her* level, right
Erin?"

I finally felt like I could talk again and said the right words while
looking down to the floor with this really hot feeling in my face.

"Thank you for helping me go potty, Mister."

"You're welcome, Angel.  If you need my help again you just ask, okay?
I'll always be your friend if you want me to, so you can ask me anything
in the whole world and I'll help."

The way he gave me some soft squeezes with his hands and rubbed my arm
and tummy with his fingers super nice I could tell he really wanted to
be my friend.  I could have just stood there and let him smile at me and
then me smile back at him, but Momma must have remembered we needed to
go shopping again.  I wish she would forget so I could stay and play
with my new friend, but he must have known my Momma was in a hurry,
'cause he let go of me and stood up.  Even before I could say anything
to the nice man and ask him if I could come play with him and stay over
for like a super long time my Momma was ready to talk.

"Thank you for being so kind, Sir.  If you hadn't come out when you did
my daughter would have wet her panties right there in the stairwell."

"Think nothing of it.  People forget to be nice to each other these
days, and I'm honored to have been available at the right moment.
Steve.  Steve Kipling."

"Stacy Hampton ... and you've already met Erin ... Erin Miranda."

After he shook Momma's hand he got down in front of me again, reached
out with his hand, and then held mine really super soft.  I felt like a
princess when he lifted my hand close to his face and kissed it, like he
was a prince or a knight or even a king.  It made my tummy tingle a
whole bunch and I wanted to pretend like I was his princess or his
girlfriend or something so he could kiss my hand again or maybe even on
my lips like I was a big girl.

"I'm honored, Erin.  How do you do, Sweetheart?"

The way he looked at me and smiled and the way my whole body felt like
it tingled made me want to hide, so I grabbed the bottom part of my
dress and lifted it up over my head.  What the nice man said next made
me feel even better than that.

"You better be careful, young lady.  If you show me your tummy I might
want to tickle you."

He did tickle me a tiny little bit on my bare tummy and even wiggled one
finger into my innie belly button, but he must have known Momma wanted
to leave 'cause he pulled my dress back down, smiled, and then kissed my
nose.  I felt so tingly and happy but I also felt like super embarrassed
so I turned to Momma and hugged her legs super tight.  She giggled and
sounded a little bit happy and rubbed my back and my hair.

"My, my!  It looks like you've made a friend, Erin."

After the man was standing up and looking at my momma he talked to her
all soft like he wanted to be her friend too.

"I'd be honored, Stacy.  I haven't had a chance to meet anyone in the
building yet, so I'll probably look like a hermit until I make my way
around introducing myself.  If there's anything I can do please don't
hesitate to ask."

I was starting to like him a super bunch and wanted him to tickle my
tummy for a super long time and then play with me in my house, but he
shook Momma's hand and then closed the front door to his house.  I
didn't want him to go, but before I could ask him to come play with me
again he walked down the stairs to the front door of our building.

I forgot all about my ice cream at the food place 'cause all I was
thinking about was that nice man and wanting to ask him to come play
with me and pull my dress up so he could tickle me some more.  He looked
so happy and nice that I wanted to be his best friend.  My Momma smiled
a lot too and must have been thinking of my new friend at our building.

When we were finished buying some food stuff I smiled at my Momma and I
wanted to tell her what was inside my head.  I was wishing I could go
play with my new friend so he could tickle me and kiss me and hold my
hand and hug me a whole super bunch.  I didn't say nothing to my Momma
for a little while, but after a whole bunch of time I couldn't hold it
in no more and had to say something so maybe my Momma would let me play
with my new big friend.

"That man was super nice huh, Momma?  I wish he could come play with me
a whole lot."

My Momma didn't get mad at me or nothing.  All she did was smile.  It
made me feel good 'cause maybe she might let my new friend come play
with me as much as I wanted to, even every day.

My Momma didn't smile as much as she used to before my Daddy didn't come
home, but the nice man I wanted to be my friend must have helped her to
remember my Daddy 'cause she smiled a whole bunch at the food place even
before I asked her if he could come over and play with me.

As soon as we got off the bus in front of our building I heard Momma say
some bad words about the bags of food, and I got another tingle feeling
in my tummy 'cause of what she said.  I didn't say nothing and carried a
box of cereal for me to eat.  Just before me and Momma got close to the
front door of our building we saw that nice man again, and I starting
thinking about wanting to ask him to come play with me and tickle my
tummy under my dress again.  It seemed like he was thinking about me
too, 'cause as soon as me and Momma were walking into our building he
got this big smile and started to talk to my Momma.

"Well ... it looks like my timing is improving.  How are you, Ladies?"

"Fine.  Thanks again for helping with Erin earlier, Steve."

"Don't worry about it, Stacy.  Consider it my way of trying to be
neighborly.  It looks as if you two have quite a load there.  May I
offer my assistance?"

The bags Momma was carrying really were heavy, 'cause I remember her
saying lots of bad words on the way from the grocery store when we were
riding on the bus about her hands hurting and stuff.

"Oh, Steve.  You don't have to do that."

"I insist.  Here ... hand them to me."

Momma got a red face and smiled, but she gave the nice man most of the
bags and then she rubbed her hands after he was holding almost all of
our food.  I wasn't sure if he was gonna take our stuff to his house, so
I just waited for Momma to say it was okay for me to just go home.

I'm glad we saw him again 'cause we walked up the stairs to our house
together.  Momma was walking in front holding one small bag, and then me
holding my box of cereal, and then the nice man was holding the other
two bags.  He must have wanted to help me lots 'cause when I was walking
behind Momma up the stairs he helped push me up a couple of times on my
bummy under my dress.  I liked him 'cause he was always helping me and I
liked the way he put his big hand on the underneath part of my bummy a
little bit so he could help lift me up a tiny bit.  He even pushed up
between my legs a couple of times with his fingers like he was making
sure I didn't wet my panties, so I knew he was being super nice and
checking me like a daddy was supposed to.

To help him do a good job I kept going up the stairs with my legs apart
a little bit so I didn't squeeze his fingers too tight, and he kept
rubbing and tickling me between my legs really super nice.  It felt neat
for us to play our first tickle game together like that, even though he
wasn't tickling me on my tummy or under my arms.  Each time we got to
the top part of some of the stairs before we turned the other way to go
some more on the next ones he stopped tickling me, waited until we went
around the corner, and then started to walk up the next stairs before he
put his hand underneath my dress and between my legs.

Each time he started a new tickle game he pushed a tiny bit harder and
tickled me a little bit better, so I giggled super soft and didn't say
nothing so he would keep playing our new game together.  When I could
see his face after I turned around a couple of times I smiled and he
smiled too, and my face got all hot like maybe I was feeling all happy
and stuff.

I liked my new friend, and I liked the way he wanted to play our first
game together.  Maybe he wanted to play a secret game, 'cause he didn't
let my Momma see when he was tickling me under my dress up against my
panties.  He must have known my Momma would get mad if we played before
we put all our food away.

When we got to our house on the top floor Momma opened the door and must
have wanted to visit 'cause she started to talk to the nice man all
super nice and friendly.

"You've been such a wonderful help, Steve.  Please come in for just a
minute so I can take those bags from you."

"Sure, Stacy.  Lead the way and I'll eagerly follow."

After we all got inside our kitchen he gave my Momma the bags he was
carrying for her and then he got down close to the floor and smiled at
me again.  I liked the way he looked at me and made me feel all tingly,
and after I gave him the cereal box I got that tingle feeling in my
tummy again and I wanted him to tickle me some more, so I grabbed my
dress and pulled it up over my head so I could hide.  As soon as I did
he started to tickle me really soft on my tummy a little bit and even
one time on one of my little boobies and whispered to me.

"I told you, Erin.  You better not let me see your tummy or I'm gonna
tickle you lots."

His fingers knew where all of my super best tickle spots were, and I
started laughing and giggling and squirming around a lot.  Even when I
was twisting and turning and trying to get away I wanted him to tickle
me more, so I made sure I got close to him and held my dress up in the
air.  He really liked to tickle me a whole bunch more than my Momma did
and I was liking him a super lot.  As soon as he stopped tickling me and
pulled my dress down so he could see my face he leaned forward and
kissed my nose again.  I liked the way he surprised me like that so I
giggled some more and pulled my dress back up.  He tickled me only a
tiny bit again, pulled my dress down, held one of my legs a little bit
with one of his hands under my dress and rubbed my skin all soft like he
was petting a kitty or a bunny or something.  He then whispered and
smiled at me.

"If we have a chance later and your Mommy lets us I think you and I need
to have some more tickles, huh Erin?"

Even before I knew what I did I lifted my arms and leaned forward super
fast so I could hug his neck.  Nobody ever wanted to play lots of tickle
games with me no more since my Daddy didn't come home, and I needed to
have a nice friend so I could have lots of fun.  As soon as I was
holding him super tight he put one of his hands on my bummy under my
dress and gave me this nice squeeze like he wanted to hug me lots but
didn't know if he could.  I wanted him to know how much I wanted to hug
him more and even play too, so I told him what I wanted.

"I hope we can play like super lots, Mister.  I like it when you give me
lots of hugs, too."

"Mister Stevie, Erin.  You can call me Mister Stevie."

After we looked into each others' eyes and smiled really big I could
feel him rubbing my bummy super soft and I liked the way it felt for him
to make me feel good on my panties.  He didn't rub me super hard or
squeeze me super tight, but the way his hand was rubbing my panties all
soft and slow was like this super neat tingle feeling that was better
than when he was tickling me.  I wanted to let him hold me and look at
me for like forever, but my Momma said something and made my new friend,
Mister Stevie, let go of me, take his hand out from under my dress, and
then get up so he was looking at my Momma.

"Are we interrupting something you had planned this afternoon, Steve?"

"Not at all.  I was just coming back from a successful job interview and
was gonna busy myself with some mundane domestic tasks, but visiting
with you and Erin is *much* more fun than that ... if you don't mind."

"You're such a dear.  I'd sure hate to take you away from doing "

"No, no, no.  You're not taking me away from anything.  Straightening my
place is about as exciting as watching paint dry or grass grow.  About
the only thing I need to do is get out of this monkey suit and into some
comfy clothes and I'll be ready for any sort of tickle challenge a nice
little girl might want ... that is if it's okay with you."

I was a tiny bit confused 'cause I didn't see the monkey suit he was
talking about.  I guess he was wearing it under his nice clothes like I
wear my panties underneath my dress so people don't see them.

That's when I remembered Mister Stevie saying that he wanted to tickle
another little girl, and I sure wished he would pick me to play with,
'cause I was a nice little girl, most of the time.  I got a tiny bit sad
'cause he might go play with another girl I didn't know and he must have
seen inside my head like my Momma does sometimes 'cause he got down on
the floor close to my feet with his knees and held me a tiny bit like
before.

"What's wrong, Erin?  Why the sad face?"

"I wish after you got undressed and took all your clothes off and played
with that other nice girl that you would come and play with me.  I'm a
good girl ... sometimes, Mister Stevie."

His face got all super red like really fast and he smiled a kinda bit
funny like maybe he was thinking about going to play with his other
little girl friend and he wasn't supposed to tell nobody.  I thought
maybe I made him get a tiny bit mad 'cause sometimes my Momma's face
gets all red just before she pulls my panties down and spanks me.  But
Mister Stevie just smiled at me and gave my bummy another soft rub under
my dress before he talked.

"After I get changed I think I know which little girl I'd like to play
with, Erin...  if your mommy will let me."

In this like super soft voice so he knew I was trying to be nice I asked
Mister Stevie this important question.

"Please can I be your next little girl, Mister Stevie?"

He leaned forward, put one hand around my back, put his other hand on my
bummy all the way between my legs underneath my dress, and gave me
another small squeeze again.  It felt so nice for him to give me so many
nice hugs and I was hoping that maybe he could come to my room and play
with me so he could give me lots more.  Ever since my Daddy didn't come
home I didn't have nobody to give me lots of hugs like that, even when I
was gonna take a bath, and I really missed having lots of hugs, even
when I wasn't wearing no panties.  Before I knew it my new friend smiled
and then talked all super soft like he wanted to tell me a secret.

"I think there's only one pretty little girl who I want to be my
playmate, Erin ... "

I got this super sad feeling inside my tummy and could feel a little bit
of a cry starting to come out.  But before I started to make the sounds
with my mouth Mister Stevie started to talk again.

" ... and she's right here in my arms."

It took me a tiny second to understand what he was saying, 'cause
sometimes I don't think as fast as my Momma wants me to, but when I
finally knew the little girl he was talking about was me I wasn't sad no
more.  I got this super better tingle feeling in my tummy and was so
happy that I jumped up and down a little bit and gave my new best friend
Mister Stevie an even better hug than before.

He must have liked to get lots of hugs too, 'cause he even picked me up
off the floor a tiny bit and squeezed me even tighter like my Momma does
when she wants to make me feel really good.  It felt nice for Mister
Stevie to give me lots of hugs and I was glad he wanted to be my best
friend so he could come play with me in my room.  I was feeling so happy
and wanted to play like right now, so while Mister Stevie was still
holding me nice I looked at my Momma over his shoulder and asked her
something while she was putting our food away.

"Momma, can I take my new best friend Mister Stevie to my room so he can
play with me for a long time, please?"

She had a look of being like a little bit mad, but she also had a little
smile on her face too, so I didn't know how she was gonna answer me.

"Well, young lady.  I'll bet your room is a mess right now, isn't it?
Do you want Mister Steve to see your bed unmade and your dirty panties
and toys scattered all over the place?  I'll bet he wouldn't."

Mister Stevie put my feet down but he didn't take his hand away from
holding me on my bummy under my dress.  I don't think he wanted my Momma
to see him hug me like that 'cause that would mean he was even my better
best friend to give me super nice hugs, and nobody was my super nice
best friend since my Daddy didn't come home.  When Mister Stevie started
to talk he looked at me with a look my Daddy used to give me when I was
supposed to listen really good.

"Is your bedroom all messy, Erin?  I can't come play with you if your
bedroom is messy, your bed isn't made, and you haven't put your dirty
panties in the hamper.  That's one of the rules that mommies make about
their little girls having playtime with their friends, and I'm supposed
to follow those rules just like the little girl.  Is your mommy right?"

I was sure Mister Stevie was a daddy too, 'cause only daddies knew about
important mommy rules like that.  I had this sad feeling in my tummy and
looked down at the floor while I played with my dress a little bit.  As
soon as I started to twist and curl the pretty part at the bottom of my
dress and was holding it close to my boobies Mister Stevie looked at my
legs.  I guess he was checking to see if I had a pee accident after he
let me use his potty, 'cause he kept looking down at my panties for a
little while.  I knew I needed to be a better little girl and not wet my
panties 'cause Mister Stevie could see my panties just about any time
and he might be angry with me.

I didn't say nothing for a little while and waited to see if maybe he
was gonna forget about asking me to clean up my room like my Momma said,
and I think maybe Mister Stevie was kinda forgetting too 'cause I felt
his fingers and thumb rubbing my leg super close to my panties really
slow and nice.  He must have been checking to see if I maybe had a pee
accident with his thumb and his eyes at the same time 'cause I felt him
rub my peepee on the outside of my panties two small times.  I knew I'd
never be able to hide my wet panties from Mister Stevie, 'cause he knew
just where to check me like super lots.

It took me like a long time to say anything about my room 'cause I
didn't want my Momma or Mister Stevie to make me clean it just so I
could play, but both my Momma and Mister Stevie just waited for me.  I
knew they wouldn't forget, so I had to tell him I knew what the rules
were about cleaning my room and playing and stuff.

"Maybe it's a tiny bit messy right now, Mister Stevie.  I didn't make my
bed this morning like my Momma told me to, and I left my panties from
before on the floor.  I also got my dollies and some toys and a coloring
book out so I can play with them later without going into my closet, so
maybe I guess my room might be just a little bit messy."

"And what do you think you need to do about that, Erin?"

Mister Stevie seemed like such a nice man, but he also acted a lot like
my Momma when I needed to clean up my room, except he wasn't yelling or
trying to make me cry.  Even though I really didn't want to go clean up
my room I could tell Mister Stevie was being nice and not being mean, so
I kinda knew what I needed to say.  I kinda felt bad, but I also knew it
would make him happy if I said the right words.  He might even feel
sorry for me a little bit and want to come play with me if I told him
what would make him happy.

"I guess I need to go clean my room up."

"Do you really want me to come play with you, or would you rather have a
messy room?"

As soon as it sounded like he wasn't gonna play with me I got scared.
All I wanted was for Mister Stevie to come play with me, and I wanted to
say so without remembering anything about cleaning up my room.  I tried
to make my eyes look all super sad and stuff, pouted so he might feel
more sorry for me, and I used my bestest baby girl voice so he would
feel bad too.

"Please come play with me, Mister Stevie, okay?  Please?"

"Well ... your mommy hasn't given me permission yet, probably because
your room is messy and you might have to do stuff so she's happy.
You're gonna have to clean your room, put your toys away, put your dirty
panties in the hamper before I see a whole bunch of them, and make your
bed before she might think about letting me come over to play.  Mommies
have lots of rules about letting little girls have playtime with their
friends, and some of those rules are about the little girl being good
and cleaning her room.  You're gonna have to ask your mommy if she'll
let me come over after your room is all straightened up first.  Do you
understand?"

Mister Stevie was an even better daddy than my Daddy, 'cause he didn't
yell or spank me or nothing when he told me about the rules my Momma
knew about cleaning my room.  He must be like a super good daddy and I
knew I should never try to tell Mister Stevie any kind of little lie and
always do what he told me.

As soon as he finished talking to me I looked up over his shoulder and
could see my Momma looking down at me with a little smile on her face
and her arms crossed.  She looked really happy about something 'cause I
could tell by the way she just stood there and made her head go up and
down.  It was almost like she wanted me to say 'yes' to Mister Stevie,
but I was still not wanting to clean my room up.

I shifted a tiny bit closer to Mister Stevie, put my arms around his
neck so I could give him a big hug, leaned all the way into his big
body, and then I put my head on his shoulder like I wanted to take a nap
on him.  He must have liked it 'cause one of his hands went underneath
my dress in back all the way to my panties and he started to rub my
bummy super soft like he was trying to help me go to sleep.  It felt so
good and I gave him like this really big hug.  He must have really
wanted to help me feel better and take a nice long nap 'cause his hand
kept rubbing and rubbing on my panties and even tickled me super nice
between my legs where my peepee was.  It felt good for Mister Stevie to
rub my bummy like that and give my peepee some tiny tickles, and if we
had a chance to play in my room I was gonna ask Mister Stevie to pull my
panties down so he could rub my bummy even better.

Pretty soon his hand even went inside my panties a tiny bit so he could
check my bummy, and I could feel one of his big fingers pushing inside
my bummy crack a tiny bit like he was checking to see if I made a
poopee.  It felt nice for Mister Stevie to check me like that 'cause he
wasn't being mean or rubbing me all hard, so I made my legs go apart a
tiny bit so he could rub me super easy.  All he was doing was rubbing my
bummy and putting his finger inside my bummy crack back and forth super
slow and making me feel all good like he was checking me for a long
time.  I wished Mister Stevie could hold me like that for a super long
time 'cause it felt so good for him to rub my bummy with his big fingers
like that a whole bunch.  Each new game he played with me, even when he
was just hugging me or rubbing my bummy, made me want to pull Mister
Stevie into my bedroom so I could pull my panties down so he could give
me lots of nice rubs like that.

My Momma must have been a tiny bit mad at me and wanted me to hurry up
and answer Mister Stevie 'cause she talked like she was needing me to
answer him super fast or something.

"Erin?  Mister Steve asked you a question.  You need to answer him."

I really didn't want to talk about my room no more, but if I didn't say
nothing my Momma might make my new best friend Mister Stevie go home and
never come back.  I wished I could get Mister Stevie to just hold me and
rub my bummy all nice and soft and check my bummy crack to see if I made
a small accident in my panties for a super long time, but my Momma
talked to me again, and this time she used that 'mad Momma' voice.

"ERIN!  For goodness sakes ... you know what you need to do.  Answer
him ... right now!"

I could feel a tiny bit of a cry starting to come from inside my tummy
and wanted to be all quiet, but if I didn't answer soon my Momma was
gonna get mad and I'd get a spanking on my bare bummy for sure.  It felt
a lot nicer for Mister Stevie to rub my bummy inside my panties with his
big hand than to get a spanking, so I knew I needed to say something.
In a super soft voice I tried not to say it real loud and whispered into
Mister Stevie's ear.

"I guess so."

My Momma was getting a little bit mad like I thought and said my name
one more time.

"Erin!"

It looked like my Momma wasn't gonna forget this time, so I tried to say
the right words and started to cry.  If I did a good job maybe she
wouldn't spank me again.

"I ... I ... I need to go clean up my room, Mister Stevie.  But, it's
gonna take like a super long time, and I wanna play with you first."

As soon as he heard my words all mixed up with a tiny bit of crying
Mister Stevie pushed his fingers underneath my bummy between my legs
super far and squeezed me all nice and gave me this really nice tingle
feeling inside my tummy.  His big finger was pushing between my legs a
whole bunch and I knew he was being nice 'cause all he was doing was
rubbing my peepee super soft and only a tiny bit.  It felt so nice for
him to give me so many nice tingle feelings like that, and I wanted for
him to come to my room and hold me all by himself so my Momma wouldn't
talk to me so mean all the time.

I wished Mister Stevie could take me home with him so we could live all
by ourselves and pretend to be happy like I was his princess when he
kissed my hand before.  He made me feel so nice and kept holding me like
a super long time, but after a little while he turned his face and
kissed me on the ear.  It felt like he was trying to make me happy a
tiny bit and I giggled 'cause it tickled so much.  After that he
whispered into my ear all super soft and made his words tickle even a
little bit more 'cause they were so warm.

"How about if you asked your mommy if she'd let me watch you clean up
your room?  That way I could stay with you for a tiny little bit and you
could get all your stuff cleaned up at the same time.  Would you like
that, Erin?"

"Uh huh."

"Then ... why don't you ask your Mommy if she'd let me watch you clean
up your room?  If you ask her really nicely she might even let me come
back after you're done so we can play for a long time."

My new best friend Mister Stevie really knew how to make me feel better,
and I liked his idea of watching me while I did my dumb cleaning stuff.
I sniffed a little bit, wiped my eyes, and then looked at my Momma.

"Momma?"

"Yes?"

"Can Mister Stevie stay and watch me clean up my room, please?"

"Are you really gonna clean up your room, Erin, or are you just gonna
try to play games with him?"

"No, Momma.  I really will clean up my room, honest.  I won't even ask
Mister Stevie to do nothing, neither.  Okay?  Please?"

"Are you telling me the truth, Erin?  If you don't ... then you won't
be able to play with Mister Steve ever again ... and I mean ever."

It sounded like my Momma was gonna make sure I cleaned my room up, and I
could tell my Momma wasn't gonna forget, neither.

"I'll really clean up my room, Momma."

Mister Stevie must have known I might kinda forget to finish and he
sounded like he was a better daddy than I thought.

"Erin?  The faster you do a good job and finish, the faster you and me
can play, okay?"

"Kay."

"And if you want to make sure your mommy is happy you should ask her to
come check on how good a job you did when you're done.  That way she
knows you're gonna finish before we start to play."

Mister Stevie must have seen me when I was gonna clean up my room before
or he must have talked to my Momma about it.  I wanted to play right
away, but I guess if my new best friend Mister Stevie was with me and
was watching me then it might not be so bad.

"Momma?"

"Yes, Erin?"

"Do you wanna come check on me when I'm done cleaning my room?"

"Yes I would, Erin.  That's a very good girl."

I felt a whole bunch better, since my Momma told me I was a good girl.
She then talked to Mister Stevie, even though he was looking behind me
and she was still on the other side of his back.

"Steve, you don't look like you're quite ready for playtime.  Take Erin
with you to your place and come back when you've got your comfy clothes
on.  In the meantime I'll get these groceries unpacked and take care of
a few less interesting tasks."

Mister Stevie let go of my bummy, took his hand out of my panties all
quiet, pushed me away just a little bit, and then he turned around so he
could see my Momma.

"You sure you don't mind, Stacy?  I don't want you to think I'm spoiling
Erin by letting her visit with me before she cleans up her room."

"As long as you don't take more than fifteen or twenty minutes, then I
don't see the harm in her cleaning her room up when you two come back."

Mister Stevie looked right at me super close to my face and then smiled.
He must have liked me cleaning my room up in a little bit, 'cause he
looked really happy.

"Would you like to come with me for just a couple of minutes, Erin?"

"Uh huh!"

"But you have to promise your mommy that you're gonna clean your room up
when we get back.  Will you do that?"

I looked down at the floor and started to play with my dress a little
bit, hoping that maybe Mister Stevie would kinda forget that I had to
clean up my room right away.  If I lifted my dress high enough and let
Mister Stevie see my tummy maybe he would wanna tickle me some more, but
all he did was look at my face and stay super close to me.  I couldn't
see where my Momma was looking, but I could almost feel her looking at
me so I could answer.

"I guess."

"Then ... tell your mommy what you promise."

As soon as I looked at my Momma on the other side of Mister Stevie she
crossed her arms again and looked like she was a little bit mad, but I
knew I needed to say something anyway.

"Momma?"

"Yes, Erin?"

"I promise I'll clean up my room when me and Mister Stevie come back."

"Alright then.  Go with Mister Steve, but don't mess with any of his
things or make him mad.  You listen to what he has to say, young lady.
I don't want him telling me that you were a little troublemaker."

"Yes, Momma."

"Okay, then.  Go ahead and go with Mister Steve.  I'll expect you to
keep your promise when you get back."

"Yes, Momma."

When Mister Stevie got down close to me and held my hands I thought my
tummy was gonna never stop tingling.

"Come on, Erin.  Let's go to my place so I can change.  When we get back
I'll watch you clean up your room and then we can play, okay?"

"For a long time, Mister Stevie?"

"For as long as your mommy will let us."

"Kay!  Come on, Mister Stevie."

Poor Mister Stevie wasn't as fast as me, so I had to wait for him to get
up and walk with me to the door.  Once we started walking to our front
door he held my hand in his big one and it felt so nice 'cause he was
being my friend and everything.  It made my tummy tingle real lots to
have a new best friend, and I was really happy.  After we walked down
some of the stairs to the houses on the next floor underneath where my
Momma was standing Mister Stevie stopped and got down really close to
me.

"Would you like me to pick you up and carry you, Erin?"

"Kay!"

"Good girl.  Come here, then."

It felt so nice for Mister Stevie to pick me up like he was my Daddy,
'cause one of his big hands went under my dress so he could hold my
bummy and his other one was rubbing up and down one of my legs back and
forth really soft.  It felt all warm and made me feel so nice and
tingly, and all I wanted to do was be his princess, so I leaned my head
against him like I used to with my Daddy.  I even forgot a little bit
and started to suck my thumb, and Mister Stevie didn't get mad like my
Momma does.  That made me feel even better and I closed my eyes and
wanted to pretend to sleep so Mister Stevie could carry me a whole lot.

The first time he took his hand away from my leg was when I heard him
using his keys to open his front door.  I didn't mind 'cause I knew he
had to unlock his door, but as soon as he carried me inside his house
and he locked the door again I made a baby sound to tell him I wanted
him to give me more nice rubs.

"Mmmmm!"

"What Erin?  What do you want, Sweetie?"

"Mmmmm!"

He didn't know what I wanted, so I had to take my thumb out of my mouth
so I could help him remember to keep making me feel good.  Instead of
telling him like my Momma would want I needed to act like a baby like my
Daddy used to like and reached for Mister Stevie's other hand.  As soon
as his hand was close enough I pulled on it and pushed it under my leg a
little bit.  I think he knew right away what I wanted, 'cause he smiled,
kissed me on the forehead, and then he started to give me lots more nice
tingles underneath my dress on my leg.

"I'm supposed to keep giving you lots of nice rubs, huh?"

"Mmmmm!"

"Okay, Sweetie.  I'm sorry I forgot just now.  Just tell me if I forget
again, Angel."

As soon as his hand was going back and forth all over my leg I put my
thumb back inside my mouth, closed my eyes, and pretended I wanted to go
to sleep.  I don't know where he was carrying me 'cause my eyes were
closed, but all I wanted was for him to hold me lots and carry me around
like a baby.  I liked that a whole bunch before my Daddy went away and I
wanted Mister Stevie to be my new pretend Daddy until he took me back to
my house.  When I felt Mister Stevie start to put me down I did my baby
noise again and took my thumb out of my mouth so I could hug his neck
with both of my hands.

"Nnnnn!"

"I need to put you down so I can change my clothes, Erin.  Be a good
girl and listen to me, okay?"

"Nuh uh!"

"Come on, Angel.  I have to take you home soon or your mommy is gonna be
angry.  If she gets angry, then we won't be able to play later.  Do you
remember when she said that?"

I didn't say nothing right away 'cause I was hoping Mister Stevie would
forget a little bit, but he didn't.

"Your mommy said you were supposed to listen to me, Erin.  If you don't,
then I'm gonna have to take you home and I can't play with you."

"No!  Play!"

"Okay ... then let me put you down so I can change."

I knew I needed to listen and be a good girl, so I let go of Mister
Stevie's neck but I didn't take my hands away at first.  It took Mister
Stevie like a tiny minute to think about it but I waited for him to put
me down.  Instead of putting me down on the floor so I could stand up
Mister Stevie put me on his bed so my back was touching his comfy
blanket.  Maybe Mister Stevie was gonna let me pretend to be asleep so I
could stay for a long time, so I kept my eyes closed and waited.

"Just stay like that for a minute, Erin."

After he put me on his bed Mister Stevie was holding me under my bummy
and on my leg and it felt so nice that I really did want to go to sleep.
But he pulled his hands away and I didn't like that, so I made another
baby sound and reached to his face with both hands so he knew I wanted
him to keep holding me.

"Nnnnn!"

"I know, Angel.  I'll put my hands back in a little bit, but I need to
start changing."

After he took his hands away I heard him open a door and take a hanger
out.  I remember my Momma taking her hangers out to put her clothes away
and I could tell by the sound that Mister Stevie was doing the same
thing.  Since he told me to stay still and pretend to be asleep I kept
my eyes closed and waited.  I wanted to look and see what kind of toys
Mister Stevie had in *his* closet, but if I peeked when I was pretending
to be asleep he might get mad and yell like my Momma does sometimes.

After a tiny minute I felt the bed move, but I didn't want to let Mister
Stevie know I was just pretending to be asleep, so I kept my eyes closed
and stayed all still.  I liked playing lots of games like hiding, and
pretending to be asleep, and I didn't laugh or move so Mister Stevie
could think I was truly taking a nap.

I'm glad I stayed all still like I was sleeping 'cause Mister Stevie
started to rub both of my legs all soft with his hands.  He started
close to my knees and kept going up under my dress a little bit until he
was making my tummy feel all tingly when he was rubbing my legs really
close to my panties.  When I felt him starting to rub my panties a
little bit on my sides where the springy part is I let out a little
giggle by accident and Mister Stevie heard me.  But what he said after
that made me feel bad, 'cause he must have known before I told him.  I
thought he was gonna tell me that I was only pretending to be asleep,
but he saw my panties and I knew he was a very smart Daddy.

"Did you have a tiny pee accident after you borrowed my potty, Erin?"

Mister Stevie was a better Daddy than anyone, 'cause he knew I had to go
pee at the food place where my Momma got my cereal.  I guess he must
have talked to my Momma when I wasn't looking, 'cause he knew better
than anyone.  I waited for a tiny bit pretending to be sleeping, but
Mister Stevie asked me again.

"Erin ... did you have a tiny pee accident?"

I had to obey him, so I nodded my head without opening my eyes.  It was
the right thing for me to do, 'cause he acted all nice and not mean like
my Momma when I don't say what she wants.

"That's a good girl, Sweetie.  I'm glad you told me the truth.  I'm sure
your panties were a tiny bit uncomfortable when that happened, huh?"

I nodded again.

"I tell you what ... let's cover your face for a minute and then I'll
check to see if your panties are still wet, okay?"

When I nodded again I felt all better 'cause I was being a good girl for
Mister Stevie, and my Momma told me that I needed to listen to him and
do everything that he said.  Mister Stevie lifted my dress up and pulled
it all the way up my body until it was all the way over my head.  I
could feel a little bit tingly 'cause of the air making me a tiny bit
cold, and I shook one time.  It felt strange, but there was this new
tingle feeling on my boobies, like the cold air was making them feel
different, but since I needed to be a good girl I just waited for Mister
Stevie to tell me what to do.

"Lift your arms up and cover your eyes with your hands over your dress,
Erin.  I don't want you to see when I change my clothes in a minute
after I check your panties.  Be a good girl and do as I say."

I nodded again after I put my hands over my eyes, like I was pretending
to play the hide-and-seek game.  The cold feeling went away after that,
but I still could feel my boobies tingle a little bit and waited for
Mister Stevie to check my panties.  Maybe after he checked my panties he
could also check my boobies and see why they tingled like that on the
little pink bumps that stuck out when the most tingles came.

Since Mister Stevie was being such a good Daddy all the time I knew I
could ask him to help me not feel bad when things like my tingles made
me stay awake at night or when I felt different in my peepee sometimes.
The tingles on my boobies didn't come all the time like they did on my
peepee, but the way my boobies tingled after he pulled my dress up to
cover my face I knew he needed to rub them so the biggest part of the
tingles might go away.

There was this one time when a little girl from another building down
the street wanted to come play at my house.  Her name is Becky and when
she came over one time she was looking down inside my t-shirt and she
said that I got bigger boobies than her and she wanted to look at them
more and even touch them.  She said she would let me see her boobies and
her pink points as much as I wanted, so I thought it was okay and we
took our t-shirts off.

Becky must have never seen boobies before 'cause she really looked at my
boobies for a long little while and then she started to rub my boobies a
whole lot.  She said my boobies were pretty 'cause they looked more like
a momma's boobies and were nice and big, but I don't even got big
boobies yet since I don't need to wear a bra like my Momma.  I guess my
boobies are a little bit big for a little girl my age, but not super big
like a real momma.

Becky didn't have no boobies at all, except for two pink round dots on
her chest.  I couldn't feel nothing except for her bones in her body,
but when I started to rub her pink points they got a little bit hard and
she said it tickled and she liked it.  We rubbed each others' boobies
for a long time and really liked to play touching games, and then Becky
said she wanted to pretend to be a baby so she could suck on my boobies
on my pink points.  It felt funny for her to suck on me like that, but
it also felt really good 'cause I got a bunch of tingles, so I let her
suck on them as much as she wanted.  She sucked and sucked and I felt a
bunch of new tingles going everywhere, but after a little while she
wanted to play a different game, so we put our t-shirts back on.  After
that day I never got nobody to rub or touch or suck on my boobies and I
was a little bit sad 'cause it felt nice for somebody to do that stuff.

Since Mister Stevie was being so nice and he liked to rub my legs and my
bummy on my panties under my dress he might want to rub my boobies and
suck on them too, but I had to pretend to be asleep so I didn't say
nothing.  Even with my pink points all tingly and the good tingles going
inside my body in a whole bunch of places including my tummy I couldn't
say nothing and just kept my hands over my eyes with my dress covering
my face.  I needed to be a good girl for Mister Stevie.

After a tiny minute I could feel him put one of his fingers inside my
panties near my tummy and pull down a little bit, so I lifted my bummy
and let him pull down so he could check really good.  Mister Stevie
didn't pull my panties down a whole lot, but just far enough so my
peepee and bummy was uncovered.  He must have thought my panties under
my peepee was still a tiny bit wet, 'cause he started to rub on that
part for a little while inside and even tested my peepee with his
finger.  It felt a tiny bit tingly and I wanted to giggle, but I knew I
needed to obey and pretend to be asleep so I stayed quiet.

I liked the way Mister Stevie checked my panties and my peepee 'cause he
rubbed all soft and slow, not fast and mean like my Momma did.  When it
was time to tell him I would ask Mister Stevie to check my boobies and
the little hard pink bumps on them, 'cause I could tell really fast that
he was going to make the tingles feel better.  What he said next made me
feel a little bit sad, but since Mister Stevie wasn't a bad man I knew
he wasn't going to get all super mean like my Momma does when I have a
pee accident.

"When the pee in your panties rubbed up against you did it make your
peepee a tiny bit itchy, Erin?"

Mister Stevie was very smart and was an even better Daddy than I could
think of.  I needed to keep acting like a good girl so I nodded with my
hands over my eyes and my face covered with my dress pulled downside-up.

"Okay.  You just stay like that and let me check to see if you need to
have any medicine put on your peepee."

When Mister Stevie started to pull my panties down more I lifted my
bummy up a whole bunch and let him pull them down all the way to my
feet.  That's when Mister Stevie moved my legs really far apart and must
have been looking at how itchy my peepee was, 'cause I could feel him
leaning on the bed between my legs.  Mister Stevie was so close I could
feel the air coming from his mouth on my peepee and it felt all nice and
warm.  If he could make my peepee warm with just his breathing maybe he
could make my boobies warm too.  Since I was supposed to be pretending
to be asleep I didn't ask him right away, but when I got a chance I
would ask him really soon.

Mister Stevie must have been checking me with his eyes for a long time
and pretty soon he started to check me with his fingers.  It tickled a
little bit too much and I giggled.  I didn't want to, but I couldn't
help myself.

"Tee-Hee!"

"Am I giving you some tickles that you didn't expect, Erin?"

When I nodded I thought that maybe Mister Stevie would stop right away
and not make me feel all nice and tingly, but he didn't stop.

"Do you want me to stop giving you those tickles, Erin?  I don't want to
make you feel bad."

The tingles weren't bad at all, so I shook my head so he could see for
sure and not stop.

"Do you want me to check you correctly then?  I might need to check you
for just a minute."

The right answer was yes, so I nodded again with my hands over my eyes
and my dress pulled all the way up over my head.  My Momma would be
really proud of me for listening to Mister Stevie, but since I was
pretending to be asleep I couldn't tell her that Mister Stevie had to
check my panties and my peepee, so I knew I better stay quiet and not
say nothing.

"You just lie still so I can check, Erin.  If I tickle you too much you
tell me and then I'll stop."

Mister Stevie was gonna stop tickling me?  Oh, no!  I couldn't let him
do that!  I made a secret promise to myself that I wouldn't giggle no
more when he checked my peepee for itchy feelings, no matter how long
Mister Stevie needed to make sure my peepee was okay.  Since he didn't
ask me a question I didn't move my head to say either 'yes' or 'no'.

I'm glad I was pretending to be asleep, 'cause Mister Stevie started to
rub and touch the soft rubbery part of my peepee in the most special and
nice way ever.  I could feel one or two of his big fingers going up and
down, up and down, up and down, like he was pretending my peepee was a
kitty or something.  I remember petting a kitty on the playground one
day and she felt so soft that I wanted to pet her for like forever.
Maybe Mister Stevie never petted a kitty and wanted to see if my peepee
with the itchies felt like one.  But that was silly 'cause my peepee was
still all tingly and might have some pee on it from my panties, so I
guess Mister Stevie was just checking my peepee to see if it was all
soft like after I take a bath.

It felt so nice for Mister Stevie to rub the super soft part of my
peepee for a long time.  If I ever had another pee accident I'm sure
Mister Stevie would check me after and see if I was okay.  But what he
did next was even better ... and a lot more tickly, 'cause one of his
fingers started to check my pee hole, but he didn't push like super hard
or nothing inside which made me feel good.

Sometimes when my Momma is in a hurry and needs to make sure I'm all
clean she wipes me super fast and a little tiny bit hard and it makes my
peepee hole hurt for a little while after that.  Mister Stevie didn't
hurt my peepee hole like that and just rubbed all soft and was checking
me really super lots.  He must be like a doctor guy or something 'cause
only the doctor guy looked super hard at my peepee and bummy hole too,
but Mister Stevie didn't make it hurt like the other doctor guy does
when I get owies and booboos between my legs.

Mister Stevie was the best tingle checker in the whole world, 'cause
every time he rubbed and touched and checked my peepee on the soft
rubbery part or in my peepee hole he found more tingles.  It was like he
was the best tingle finder ever, so I remembered the secret promise I
made and didn't giggle or say nothing or move.  But when Mister Stevie
found this super dooper tingle spot in my peepee crack in a different
place than my peepee hole I couldn't stay still.  I made a tiny baby
sound like I was surprised, pulled my legs together a little bit, and
wanted to say something, but Mister Stevie must have gone to a special
doctor guy school for tingles and itchies 'cause he didn't push too hard
and just stopped so he could ask me something.

"Is this spot right here super sensitive and give you lots of tingles,
Erin?"

Instead of pushing on that new really super dooper tingle spot he just
rubbed it super soft between two of his big fingers.  The first really
big tingle feeling wasn't so bad anymore and I felt a new and better new
tingle after that.  That's when I knew he really *did* go to a doctor
guy school or something like that.  My head was so filled up with new
tingle feelings that I forgot to move my head up and down and answer
like a good girl, and Mister Stevie had to ask me another time.

"Is this spot right here super sensitive, Erin?"

He kept rubbing really slow and soft when he was talking to me and
making the tingle feelings feel a whole lot better.  He was doing such a
super good job of finding all the tingles that I pushed my legs all the
way out super far.  After that I pushed up a tiny bit on his fingers
with my peepee so Mister Stevie could know the super strong tingle
feelings were gone and I wanted some more.

"Erin?"

Even though I was pretending to be asleep Mister Stevie was asking me to
tell him if he found the biggest tingle spot, so I made my head go up
and down underneath my dress with my hands over my eyes.  As soon as I
did that he whispered to me and made me feel so much better.

"It looks like I found something that I'll need to take care of for a
long time, Sweetie.  But since we don't have a long time right now I
better check you only for just a little bit more.  After I stop I can
change."

Oh no!  Mister Stevie was thinking about taking me to my house before
all the tingles and itchies were gone.  I wanted to play with him in my
room, but I liked the way he found the tingles and itchies more.  I
really didn't know what to do, but I wanted him to keep rubbing my
peepee with his fingers and finding all the tingles, so I pushed my
bummy in the air a little bit and made my peepee get closer to Mister
Stevie.

"Erin?  If you can still hear me ... nod."

Mister Stevie must have known I was pretending to be asleep, but he
didn't get all mad even a tiny little bit.  My Momma would be proud of
me for listening, and I did as Mister Stevie asked and made my head go
up and down one time.

"Does your mommy make your booboos feel better by kissing them?"

I made my head go up and down again, but I needed to tell Mister Stevie
something that was kinda important 'cause my Momma told me never to lie.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes?"

"She doesn't kiss my owies or booboos and make them better no more,
'cause I'm not a baby like I was before."

"She doesn't?"

"No."

"Well ... there's a very special way I can help make part of your
itchies get better.  I have this special kind of power that helps
itchies go away, or at least not tingle as much all the time, but I can
only do it if you lie still and let me do it when we have a whole lot of
time to play and do things together alone.  Can you lie still with your
eyes closed and let me make the tingle feelings get better?"

Since I was supposed to be pretending to be asleep I just moved my head
up and down one more time like before.

Mister Stevie only rubbed that super dooper tingle spot with his big
fingers for a tiny minute more.  When he took his fingers away I made
another baby sound so he would do it some more and I even pushed my
peepee up in the air super high so he could rub it really good for a
super long time.

"Nnnnn!"

"It's okay, Erin.  When we get a chance soon I'll check for more tingles
with my fingers on that special spot again."

"No!  More rubs!"

"We don't have a lot of time, Sweetie.  I need to change and then take
you home.  You need to clean up your room so we can play, remember?"

"No!  More rubs, Mister Stevie!"

"I tell you what ... as soon as we get a chance I'll do any kind of
play game that you want, okay?"

"Even checking for itchies and tingles?"

"Uh huh!"

"Can you just kiss it and make it better ... like my Momma used to kiss
my booboos and make the bad feeling go away?"

"Sure, Sweetie, but I can't take too long.  I still need to change."

"Kay.  But do it lots, okay, Mister Stevie?"

"I'll do it as much as you want, Sugar, but I have to remember to finish
really soon so I can change and then take you home."

I felt Mister Stevie hold my legs a little bit and pull me close to the
edge of the bed, and I could feel my dress go way up my back like it
might come off.  I wasn't sure if he wanted me to stand up 'cause I
couldn't see, so I just waited until he stopped moving me.

But instead of making me get off the bed he stopped pulling me so my
bummy was close to where he was.  After that he lifted both of my legs
into the air a little bit, made them go far apart, and then he put his
mouth on my peepee and started to give me nice booboo kisses.  When
Mister Stevie was starting to do a good job of making my booboos go away
he pressed my legs against his ears and let my feet go over his back.
That felt like a super good way for him to make the booboos go away,
'cause I wanted to go to sleep for real.

After he put my legs and feet in the right places he started to kiss my
peepee really soft and make lots of the tingle feelings come back, but
they weren't bad tingles at all, but better ones like I never felt
before in my whole life.  It felt even better than when I got to eat ice
cream sometimes.

Mister Stevie really knew how to give me the right tingle feelings and
make the itchie feelings go away on my peepee booboos.  When he kissed
my peepee he used his special powers to fill my tummy with a whole bunch
of new tingles that even made my boobies and the little pink bumps on
them tingle too.  I liked the way Mister Stevie was able to use his
special powers on me and knew what kind of game I wanted to play with
him for a super long time forever and ever.

Pretty soon Mister Stevie was changing his kisses to kisses and long
licks, and the way his fingers made my super dooper tingle spot feel
nice before got even better and better.  It was like the best tingle
feelings in the whole world.  Mister Stevie was the best doctor guy for
peepee tingles in the whole world and I knew he was gonna be my best
friend for like a super long time.  He was a lot smarter than me and
before I could think about it I felt him rubbing my boobies and playing
with the two pink bumps on them.  The pink bumps were super tingly and
even felt like they were a tiny bit hard, like I make my tongue when I
wanna lick the spoon when I eat ice cream.  Mister Stevie even made it
feel as good as when Becky was sucking on my pink bumps, and all he was
doing was just rubbing my boobies all soft with his fingers and tugging
and squeezing on the puffy parts that Becky liked to play with.

It felt so good when Mister Stevie kept using his special powers on my
peepee and boobies that my bummy was pushing my peepee against his mouth
on its own, and I stayed like that pushing up in the air so his kisses
could give me all the best tingles.  If Mister Stevie wanted to I was
gonna stay still and let him do the best job of all.  This was the best
game I could think of, and I knew I was gonna ask Mister Stevie to play
this game with me as much as I wanted.  I could be a good girl and not
move and not say nothing, and pretty soon I was gonna show him that I
could do that forever.

For a super long time I let Mister Stevie use his special powers on my
peepee and boobies and didn't move, but he must have remembered that I
needed to clean my room 'cause he stopped kissing and licking my peepee
booboos and took his face away.  I wanted Mister Stevie to keep kissing
and licking my peepee for a super long time so the good feelings could
stay there, so I told him.

"Noooo!  More!"

"I know, Sweetie.  I wanna use my special powers to make you feel good
for a *long* time, but I have to get dressed now."

"No, Mister Stevie!  More, please?"

"I tell you what ... why don't you stay just like this while I'm
changing and I'll give you only some small kisses every once in a while,
okay?  Would that be okay?"

"Noooo, Mister Stevie!  Lick!"

"Such a precious little girl.  Here ... you lie still like a good girl
and I'll give you some kisses and maybe even a lick while I'm changing."

Mister Stevie put my legs on the bed again and made them go *way* apart,
like I was trying to sit on this super big horsey or something.  Then he
got up, moved around for a tiny bit, and then came back and kissed my
peepee booboos and gave me a tiny good tingle feeling again.  As soon as
he started to give me more good tingle feelings I put my legs up a
little bit and hugged his head like I hug my pillow at night sometimes
when I need to feel a tiny bit of tingles by myself.  Mister Stevie was
a nice man, 'cause he didn't make me move my legs from hugging his head
for like a little while.

But Mister Stevie must have remembered to be a good daddy, 'cause he
took his mouth away from my peepee, leaned over my body, kissed my
tummy, moved higher, kissed my boobies, moved higher some more, and then
he whispered right over my face.  I didn't know he could find my mouth
with my face covered up, but he was a very smart man and even gave me a
tiny kiss on my lips after he stopped talking.

"See?  I told you I'd help make the booboos go away, didn't I?"

I smiled underneath my dress and made my head go up and down one time.
I knew Mister Stevie was smarter than anyone and liked the way he made
the itchie feelings go away from my peepee and then put nice tingly
feelings there.

He moved around some more, made some noises like he was doing something,
and then came back and gave me a little bit more kisses on my peepee
booboos.  It always felt so nice for him to use his special powers to
make me feel better, but I wished he wouldn't stop so much and just keep
making the itchie feelings go away by kissing and licking my peepee so
the nice tingle feelings could stay there for like a super a long time.

Each time he took his mouth away from my peepee I would make a tiny baby
sound like I needed more.  Mister Stevie would give my tummy a kiss and
then he would kiss and even suck on my boobie pink bumps.  I liked the
way he used his special powers, and I was gonna be the best little girl
so Mister Stevie and I could play with each other as much as we could.

Mister Stevie did some more stuff in his room that I didn't understand,
but I wasn't scared none 'cause he was always so nice to me.  After he
finished doing something he came back to the bed, pushed my legs far
apart like he wanted me to show him if I could pretend I was a
ballerina, but 'cause I was on his bed and I had my face covered I
didn't know if he really could tell or not.

He stayed still for a little while, and I was thinking I heard him doing
something with his clothes like making them get undone like he was gonna
take his pants off, but since he said he was gonna change I knew I was
supposed to keep my eyes covered so my Momma wouldn't get mad at me.
She always told me I wasn't supposed to look at nobody without their
clothes on unless they said it was okay.

After a little tiny minute Mister Stevie made some more noises like he
was clapping his hands close to my peepee at the same time he was
standing close to the bed really quiet for a little while.  After a long
time I heard him make a soft owie sound like he was hurting a tiny bit
like maybe he hurt his hand or something, but he stayed super close to
me and kept my legs really far apart like he needed for me to pretend to
be a ballerina for a long time.

When he made the big owie sound for a tiny minute I felt some wet stuff
get on my tummy and even on my peepee like maybe Mister Stevie spilled a
little bit of juice on me, but I needed to keep pretending to be asleep,
so I didn't say nothing.  It felt a tiny bit like he went pee on me, but
Mister Stevie was a smart Daddy and smart Daddies don't go pee on their
little girls unless they had an accident, so I wasn't really scared a
whole lot.

After a tiny minute I felt Mister Stevie wiping my tummy and my peepee
with some of his super soft tissue and took all the wet feeling away, so
I felt all better and I knew that nothing bad happened.  I wanted to
take my hands away from my eyes and uncover my face when he was wiping
my peepee and tummy, but I remembered to be a good girl and I waited
until he told me what to do 'cause I was still pretending that I was
sleeping.  After a tiny minute Mister Stevie came back, kissed my peepee
booboos one last time without licking me, and then he kissed my boobies
and rubbed my pink points one more time.

After that he rubbed my peepee like he was testing to see if I was all
better, and I started to feel like I had to go pee.  I remembered the
first time Mister Stevie saw me on the stairs when I had to go pee super
bad, and my Momma was super mad at me 'cause I didn't tell her I needed
to go pee before we left to get groceries.  That's when I needed for
Mister Stevie to know I was a big girl, so I said something with my face
still covered up.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Erin?"

"I gotta go potty."

"Good girl!  You see?  My special powers are working, aren't they?"

I smiled super big under my dress, even though Mister Stevie couldn't
see me.  I felt so good right then and knew Mister Stevie was gonna be
my super best friend in the whole world, 'cause he was helping me to
know when I needed to go pee.  Maybe when he was doing the soft clapping
noise he did with his hands and then the wet feeling on my tummy and
peepee it was his special powers helping me to know when I needed to go
potty, and I knew I was gonna ask Mister Stevie to do the clapping and
wet feeling on my peepee any time he wanted to.

My Momma would be super happy that I was getting better not wetting my
panties, and Mister Stevie was using his special powers even better than
I thought to do more than make my peepee tingles do good things for me.
I was liking Mister Stevie a whole lot.

Mister Stevie pulled on my hands kinda soft and then pulled my dress
back down so it was covering me all up, including my peepee.  As soon as
I opened my eyes I saw Mister Stevie smiling at me really big and I
smiled back.  It made some of the tingle feelings come back and I liked
that, 'cause he wasn't even kissing my peepee booboos and I still could
feel some of the special tingles that he put there.

"Let's take you to go potty."

Mister Stevie didn't put my panties back on right away and carried me to
his potty.  As soon as he put my feet down on the floor he lifted my
dress all the way up and took it off.  I guess it was gonna be easier
for Mister Stevie to help me go potty without my dress and I didn't say
nothing 'cause Mister Stevie was now my best friend and he knew a lot
like he was a smart Daddy.

Just like before Mister Stevie lifted me up onto the potty and held onto
me so I didn't fall into the big hole and get my bummy wet.  It felt
good to go pee with Mister Stevie watching 'cause he smiled and waited
and didn't say nothing like "Hurry up" like my Momma always did.  He
just pushed my legs super far apart so he could see better and even made
his face go down close to my legs so he could look all the way to where
my pee was coming out.  He looked and he looked and he looked at my
peepee to make sure I was doing a good job, and he even rubbed my
boobies and the pink bumps a little bit at the same time until I was all
done.

His soft potty paper was so much nicer than the one at my house and I
liked how it felt on my peepee.  It wasn't as nice as Mister Stevie's
fingers or his mouth or his tongue, but it didn't hurt like the hard
paper at my potty.  After he wiped my peepee dry Mister Stevie used his
fingers to check to see if my peepee was the right kind of dry, and he
rubbed and rubbed and rubbed all nice and soft.  It felt so good I
wanted him to keep rubbing, but he gave me a kiss on the nose and then
lifted me up off his potty.  As soon as I was standing he flushed the
potty and then put his face super close to mine.

"Would you like for me to check to see if your peepee booboo is coming
back, Erin?"

"YEAH!"

"Okay ... lie down on my fuzzy rug and let me see."

"OKAY!"

As soon as I was all still on his rug and facing up to the roof part of
his house Mister Stevie put my dress on my face and I put my hands over
my eyes like before when I pretended to be asleep.  Mister Stevie moved
my legs apart a little bit, put his mouth on my peepee, and then started
to make all my booboos go away with his lips and his tongue.  It felt so
nice for my new best friend Mister Stevie to take care of me like that,
and I knew I was gonna be a good girl for him and tell him that I needed
to go potty a whole bunch so he could always help me and make me feel
better after that with lots of kisses and licks.

Mister Stevie didn't take care of my booboos for like a super long time,
but he did a good job and still made some of them go away.  I wanted him
to keep giving me the special tingles, but I knew I was supposed to be a
big girl and didn't cry when he took his mouth away from my peepee.
When he tugged on my dress and took it away from my face I knew I needed
to not pretend to be asleep no more and moved my hands away from my
eyes.  Mister Stevie smiled a whole bunch more than my Momma, and I
liked how much he made me feel better.

"Let's go put your clothes on in my bedroom, Erin."

"Noooo, Mister Stevie.  You can help me feel better some more by making
my peepee booboos go away, can't you?"

"I will in a little while, but what are you supposed to do when I take
you home, Erin?"

"Noooo, Mister Stevie!  You don't gotta take me home right now, do you?"

"Well, actually I do, Sweetie.  Your mommy is gonna be wondering where
we are and she's gonna be worried about you."

"It's okay, Mister Stevie.  My Momma knows I'm with you.  Please can we
stay so you can make my peepee booboos go away, please?  My peepee feels
better than ever in my whole life."

Mister Stevie put his hands on my body where my panties cover me on the
sides of my bummy and put his face super close to mine so our faces were
touching on our foreheads.

"You need to remember that we can only do that when we have enough time
and we're all by ourselves like this.  I can't do that as much as you
want to, Sugar, because I need to save up my special powers and use them
when it's the right time."

"You can't make my peepee booboos go away *all* the time, Mister
Stevie?"

"No, Angel ... I can't.  We have to wait until we're all alone like
this and have lots of time so we can do stuff by ourselves.  If anyone
finds out about my special powers, then I won't be able to help make
your peepee itchies go away, and I can't give you super lots of nice
tingles.  It may not seem like we'll have enough time to do it often
enough, so we have to be careful and enjoy it when we get the chance.
Will you be my good girl and not be sad, Sweetie?  I really need for you
to not make a fuss so your mommy doesn't get angry with you for taking a
long time right now."

"Then ... when can we do it some more, Mister Stevie?"

"I tell you what.  As soon as we get another chance to be all by
ourselves like when I changed my clothes ... I'll make your peepee
booboos go away for as long as you want, okay?"

"As long as *I* want, Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh!  As long as *you* want, Angel."

I reached out with my hands, rubbed my new best friend's face all soft,
looked down to where my feet were on the fuzzy rug, and then talked all
soft and quiet using my baby voice.  I hoped Mister Stevie would like my
baby voice like my Daddy used to, 'cause when I did that my Daddy would
let me do lots of stuff even if my Momma didn't want me to.

"I wish you could make my peepee booboos go away lots, Mister Stevie."

"I know, Kitten.  Now come on ... I need to put your dress back on and
then go find your panties so I can put them on you too."

Even when Mister Stevie was talking to me all soft he was giving me some
more rubs with his fingers on the super soft part of my peepee.  They
weren't as special as the ones on the tingle part of my peepee in that
crack near the top, but it still felt nice for him to touch me on my
body without my dress or my panties.  I was wishing I could stay with
Mister Stevie without my dress and panties on all the time so he could
rub my peepee and boobies and give me kisses and licks and everything.

Mister Stevie must have liked me to not put my dress on, 'cause he
carried me to his bedroom first, put me on his bed, and then gave me a
few more soft kisses on my tummy and even one on both of my boobies.  It
tickled a little bit and I giggled, and that made me feel a lot better.

Pretty soon he helped me put my dress on over my head, but before he put
my panties on my feet and then pulled them up my legs he made one of his
eyes close like he wanted me to smile and then he tugged on the bottom
part of my dress a little bit.  I was hoping he might want to make a few
of my peepee booboos go away, so I lifted my dress all the way up, put
it over my head, put my hands on my eyes, and stopped moving so he could
use his special powers.  Just like I wanted Mister Stevie gave me more
kisses and licks and made the tingle feelings come back a tiny bunch.

Mister Stevie didn't make a super lot of my peepee booboos go away, but
it still felt nice for him to kiss and lick my peepee and rub my boobies
for a little while.  I really liked my new best friend Mister Stevie a
whole lot, 'cause he always gave me lots of good feelings.

After he stopped giving me some nice tingle feelings Mister Stevie
pulled my panties back up my legs, made them go under my bummy and
covered my peepee like my Momma told me so no bad men could see my
private place, he rubbed them a little bit where my peepee was, and then
picked me up so he could carry me.  It felt so nice for him to be my
pretend Daddy like that, so I started to suck my thumb, closed my eyes,
and put my head on his body close to his neck.  I wished I could be his
baby girl for like a super long time, 'cause it felt so good for him to
hold me all super tight.

When he was carrying me to my house up the stairs he started to talk to
me all soft, like he wanted me to hear a secret.

"You have to remember that we can't talk about my special powers, Angel,
or they won't work any more.  I also can't help your peepee booboos go
away when we're close to your mommy, because my powers won't work at all
if she's really close by.  Can you remember that, Angel?"

Acting like a baby I just made my head go up and down one time.  Mister
Stevie must have liked me being a pretend baby and gave me a big hug
with his hand that wasn't under my dress and up against my bummy.

"That's my good girl.  Now ... when we get inside your house what are
you supposed to do, Erin?"

I liked pretending to be a baby for my new best friend and just made my
shoulders lift up like I didn't know nothing.

"You need to remember and tell me, Sweetie, or we won't be able to play
afterward.  If you make your mommy mad we won't be able to be alone so I
can do the special thing to make you feel better.  Do you want me to
help you feel better and make your booboos feel good and do that special
thing and play our secret game a whole bunch?"

I kept my thumb in my mouth and made my head go up and down one time.

"Then you need to tell me what you have to do when we get back inside
your house.  I promise I'll give you lots of good tingles if you make
your mommy happy.  Can you do that for me, Sweetie?"

I made my head go up and down again, but not as much as before.

"Okay.  Tell me what you need to do, Erin."

Mister Stevie was a better Daddy than anyone.  I didn't want to do it,
but I knew it would make him and my Momma happy, so I took my thumb out
from inside my mouth and then told him super soft.

"After we get inside my house I'm supposed to clean my bedroom."

"And what do we get to do after you clean up your room?"

"Are you gonna help make my peepee booboos go away, Mister Stevie?"

"What did I say about my special powers when your mommy is close by?"

Even though I was hoping it wasn't true I had to tell Mister Stevie what
he said before.

"They don't work."

"Then ... what else can we do?"

"Can we play in my room?"

"As long as your mommy says it's okay, then we'll play any game that you
want, okay?"

"Even coloring?"

"Uh huh!"

"And reading?"

"Uh huh!"

"And ... and ... "

"What, Kitten?  Tell me."

"Can we play dollies, Mister Stevie?"

"Sure!  If you want to then I'll even play dollies with you.  Would you
like that?"

"Uh huh!"

"Okay, good.  Now ... when we get inside your apartment what are you
gonna tell your mommy you're gonna do?"

"I'm gonna tell her that we're gonna play coloring and reading and
dollies."

Mister Stevie must have thought of something funny, 'cause he made a
little laughing sound really quiet.

"Hee, hee, hee.  But before that, Sweetie ... what are you gonna do
first?"

Mister Stevie was being a better Daddy than ever, 'cause he never forgot
about me cleaning up my room, but he didn't get mad or yell or nothing.
I felt a little bit happy, even though I really didn't want to do it for
real, but since he was being so nice and not being mean I could be nice
for him too.

"You're gonna watch me clean up my room, right Mister Stevie?"

"That's right, Sugar.  Very good!"

I didn't notice right away, but when Mister Stevie and me were talking
he carried me all the way up to my house and stopped outside the door.

"Go ahead and knock for me, Erin.  Your mommy needs to know we're back."

It felt strange for me to knock on my own door 'cause mostly I just
opened it when it wasn't locked and just went inside.  After I knocked
three times I put my thumb back in my mouth, pressed my head against
Mister Stevie's body close to his neck, closed my eyes, pretended that I
was asleep, and then didn't move none.  When my Momma opened the door I
forgot I was supposed to be pretending to sleep and peeked and I saw
that she had a big smile on her face kinda like Mister Stevie did after
he wasn't making my peepee booboos feel good no more.

"Well, hello you two!  I didn't expect you back so soon."

Mister Stevie carried me inside my house and even though it might make
my Momma mad at me I kept my thumb in my mouth and pretended to stay
asleep with my face close to Mister Stevie's neck.  It felt so good for
Mister Stevie to hold me tight and let me pretend I was his baby girl.
If he would let me pretend a whole lot I would want him to carry me
around like that a whole bunch of times, except when we were all alone.
That's when Mister Stevie said his magic powers would come back and he
would make my peepee booboos feel better.

"Hi, Stacy.  I didn't think it would be a good idea to keep Erin away
from home too long, and I certainly didn't want you to worry about your
little girl.  You've been quite kind to let her keep me company for a
few minutes, but I'm not about to ruin a good thing by spoiling her too
much and making you worry."

"Good gosh, Steve.  I'm not worried about Erin being with you at all.
In fact, I was expecting her to talk you into letting her stay at your
place quite a bit longer.  I guess she must not have tried as hard as I
thought she might."

"To be honest she did try to convince me to stay at my place for the
rest of the afternoon, but I told her that I was supposed to bring her
back so she could do as you asked her to before."

Mister Stevie then pushed me away from his body a little bit, I opened
my eyes, took my thumb out of my mouth, and then felt a little bit
scared 'cause both my Momma and Mister Stevie were looking at me.  As
soon as I was looking at his face Mister Stevie started talking to me.

"When you were in my apartment downstairs, what did you do when I said I
needed to change my clothes?"

I knew I wasn't supposed to talk about our special secret, 'cause if I
did Mister Stevie's magic powers wouldn't work no more, so I tried super
hard to remember what else I was supposed to say.  I thought it would
take like a super long time for me to remember what I was supposed to
say, but then I remembered everything, and I told my Momma.

"I covered my face with my dress and covered my eyes with my hands."

"And after I changed what did you have to do?"

"I needed to go potty."

"And did you wet your panties?"

"No."

"What did I say you were?"

"A big girl."

"Was I happy or sad because you were a big girl?"

"You were happy!"

"What did you promise to do when we got back, Erin?"

Mister Stevie wasn't gonna forget about nothing!

I looked down a tiny bit, used one of my hands to play with his shirt,
and whispered in my baby voice that my Daddy liked.

"Clean up my room."

"And when you finished cleaning up your room, what did I say we could do
if your mommy let us?"

Mister Stevie remembered everything, and I was so happy.  I couldn't
stop a big smile when I looked at my new best friend.

"Play!"

"And what kind of games were we gonna play in your room with your mommy
here?"

"Coloring, and reading, and with my dollies."

"Very good, Angel.  Now ... what do you think your mommy wants you to
do first?"

Even though I didn't want to I knew it would make Mister Stevie and
maybe even my Momma happy, so I said what they wanted in my baby voice.

"Clean my room."

"Would you like to ask your mommy if I can watch you and wait until
you're done?"

"Uh huh."

"Then ... I think you need to do that right now, okay?"

"Okay."

I turned around a tiny bit, looked at my Momma, and I saw she was
smiling super big like she was happy about something.

"Momma?"

She moved a little bit closer, smiled at me, rubbed me on one of my
cheeks, and then talked all soft like she did when she was really happy
with me.

"Yes, Erin?"

"Can Mister Stevie stay and watch me clean up my room, please?  I
promise I'll do a good job so we can play really fast, okay?"

"That's fine, Sweetie.  I'm glad you listened to Mister Steve like that.
You've been such a good girl that I'm gonna let you play with him until
it's dinner time, okay?"

"For REAL, Momma?  Until that long?"

"Uh huh."

I got this really neat idea and couldn't wait to ask my Momma, 'cause
she was so happy she might say yes.

"Momma?"

"Yes?"

"Can Mister Stevie eat dinner with me too?"

"You're such a silly little girl.  I'm sure Mister Steve has other plans
for dinner, Honey.  We can't take up all his time like that."

I turned my face to look at Mister Stevie and then asked him if he had
to go places or do things when it was dinner time.

"Mister Stevie, can you please eat dinner with me after we play in my
room?  Please?"

"Oh, Sweetie.  I'd love to do that, but your mommy may not have lots of
groceries for me to eat dinner with you and her.  How about if I made
you and your mommy a better offer, though?"

"What's a better offer?"

"Well ... how about if I asked you and your mommy to join me for dinner
at *my* place instead?"

My Momma looked a little bit scared for a tiny minute and sounded like
she was gonna cry too.

"Steve!  No!  We can't impose on you like that."

"You're not imposing at all, Stacy.  Besides, I wonder if you two might
like to share a nice big sampler pizza with a big ol' bottle of cola to
wash it down with.  Can I talk you into it ... please?"

"But, Steve!  We've just met, and I feel horrible about my little girl
talking her way into your generosity like that."

"Please don't feel the least troubled by it, Stacy.  I was gonna have to
eat by myself this evening yet again, and to be honest I'd much rather
have two lovely guests join me than for me to sit by myself and either
stare at an empty wall or the front of the TV when it's off since I
don't have cable yet.  Please say you'll let me be your host for dinner,
please?"

"Well ... "

"What is it, Stacy?  Come on ... please tell me."

"Well ... after Erin and I ate dinner this evening I was gonna ... I
have to go to work at one of my two part-time jobs."

"Have you already made arrangements for a sitter for Erin?"

"Uhhh ... well ... no.  I usually put her to bed with a diaper and ask
her to stay in bed by herself like a big girl until I get back."

"Not any longer, you won't!  From now on she'll be staying with me so
you don't have to worry about her."

"Steve, NO!"

Mister Stevie looked sad and like he was gonna cry a little bit.  When
he could say something he sounded like a little boy who was all sad and
a little bit scared.

"Well ... I guess you're right.  We've just met and I can't expect you
to trust me like that so quickly."

"NO!  That isn't it at all."

"Then ... what is it?"

"I can't just dump my little girl on you like that, Steve.  We just met
and I feel like such a bother for asking you to take care of Erin, keep
her out of trouble, feed us, and then watch her while I'm working."

"Stacy, you're not being a bother at all.  I'd much rather have her stay
with me while you're gone than for her to be by herself until you get
back.  I'm more concerned with her safety than my privacy."

"Oh, Steve.  You're so incredibly generous.  I just feel awful ... "

"You don't have to feel like that, Stacy.  It's my pleasure to take care
of and play with Erin.  Now ... before we run out of time how about if
I let this little one take care of her room so we can go play?  After
that I'll go downstairs and order us some dinner, and then you and Erin
can join me when it gets there."

"Steve ... you're such a darling man."

My Momma got really quiet for a tiny minute like she was thinking about
something in her head.

"I tell you what, Steve.  Why don't you take my little girl back to your
place until dinner.  If you're still anxious to have some company while
you eat then let me know and I'd be honored to join you.  After that
I'll leave you two to play while I go off to work."

"What about what Erin is supposed to do in her room, Stacy?"

"We can forget about that for now.  If she'll promise to clean it up
tomorrow and not make a fuss, then we can leave it just like it is.  It
wouldn't be the first time her room stayed messy for more than one day
or night."

"You're sure, Stacy?  I don't want to set a bad precedent and make her
think she doesn't have to clean her room."

"Don't worry about that, Steve.  I'm sure she'll try to talk you into
coming over and watching her clean it up anyway.  Now ... off you go
until dinner.  Come and get me when it arrives."

"Would you rather I call instead?"

"We ... I don't have a phone, Steve."

"Oh!  Okay.  Then I'll come get you as soon as it arrives.  What time
would you like to eat?"

"I'm supposed to be at my first part-time job at eight this evening, so
I guess we can eat around six.  Why don't I just come down then?"

"Alright ... you just come down at six ready to walk out the door.
I'll take care of this little one until then and then will get her ready
for bed after you're on your way.  What time does she take her bath and
then go to bed?"

"Normally I give her a bath before I leave, but under the circumstances
I suppose she can play until around eight and then take a bath.  After
her bath you can put her in bed, but she can't stay up past nine."

"That's not a problem.  She's still a growing little girl and needs to
be in bed before too late, so once she's all clean and dry I'll take her
to bed and get her good and sleepy.  I'll even get her up a few times
tonight and make sure she doesn't have an accident in my bed.  By the
time you come home she should be all clean and well rested."

"You're such a wonderful man, Steve.  I can't believe how lucky both
Erin and I are at having found you today."

"Actually, Stacy ... I think *I'm* the lucky one."

Mister Stevie turned his face to look at me and smiled really big.

"Would you like to go get a toy or two so we could play at my place?"

Without taking my thumb out of my mouth I moved my head up and down
really fast so Mister Stevie knew I liked what he said.

As soon as Mister Stevie put me down I ran to my room so I could get
some toys.  Both my Momma and Mister Stevie came with me after a tiny
minute, and I got a coloring book, some crayons, and one of my favorite
books to read.  My Momma put all my stuff in a little bag and let Mister
Stevie hold it when we left my room.  Even before I let Mister Stevie go
out of my room I put my hands up in the air like I needed to be carried,
and he smiled and picked me up like before.  It felt good for my new
best friend and pretend daddy to hold me all snuggy and stuff, and I
liked it even more when he had his hand underneath my dress and he was
rubbing my panties where my bummy is.

As soon as he got to the inside of my front door he talked all soft to
my Momma.

"See you at six then, Stacy?"

"Six!"

A tiny minute later Mister Stevie was carrying me downstairs and back to
his house.  It was gonna be fun to play games and stuff with my new best
friend, and I felt so good I was smiling a whole bunch.

As soon as we got inside his house and he locked the door he took my bag
of toys to his room, put them on one of his chairs, and then sat down on
his bed with me on his lap.  Instead of starting to play right away he
just hugged me all nice, rubbed me underneath my dress to make the good
tingle feelings start to come back, and then he made me feel like I was
his own pretend baby for a super long time when he kissed my forehead
and even on my nose.  It felt so good for Mister Stevie to hold me tight
and rub my legs up and down under my dress, and I wanted to stay with
Mister Stevie forever from now on.

When Mister Stevie knew it was the right time he gave me a kiss on my
forehead one more time and then talked all soft.

"Would you like to read to me for a little while, Erin?"

"Kay!"

Mister Stevie put me on his big bed by myself, got my favorite book out
of my carry-bag, and then sat down close to me.  As soon as he was not
moving no more he pulled me really close to him, pulled on my dress
until it was all the way to my panties in front, came out from under my
bummy in back, and then put my book on top of my legs so it wasn't
covering even a little bit of my panties.  Mister Stevie must have
talked to my Momma about how I always messed up my dresses 'cause he
made sure none of my dress was in the way so we could play as much as we
wanted to without making my Momma mad.  As soon as I remembered how mad
my Momma would get if I messed up my dresses when I played I told Mister
Stevie what I was thinking about.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Did you know that sometimes my Momma gets mad at me for messing up my
dresses when I play?"

"I thought that might be the case.  Why do you ask, Erin?"

"If you don't want me to make my Momma mad you can help me take my dress
off so it won't get messed up none."

"That's a wonderful idea, Angel.  I don't want your mommy getting angry
with you for messing up your dress or your panties."

"Can I take my panties off too, Mister Stevie?"

"For a little while, but we have to put your dress and your panties back
on before your mommy comes to eat with us, okay?  You can't argue with
me when I say it's time to put your clothes back on, Sweetie."

"Kay!  Help me, Mister Stevie!"

The first thing Mister Stevie did was help me take my sandals off and
put them on the floor in front of the bed.

"Stand up, Angel."

It felt so nice for Mister Stevie to treat me like I was his pretend
baby girl.  He looked so happy when I got up in front of him and put my
feet on the outside of his legs on the bed.  He helped me pull my dress
up to my head and then lift it all the way off my arms.  As soon as my
hair fell back down it went all over the place and I giggled.

"Tee Hee!"

"My big girl looks so cute with her hair all mussed up, but we need to
make sure you stay all pretty for when your mommy comes to visit, okay?"

Mister Stevie was so smart.

"Okay, Mister Stevie."

Next Mister Stevie had me hold onto his head so he could pull my panties
down, and he looked so happy and had a big smile on his face.  I liked
it when Mister Stevie was happy and I knew I was gonna let him undress
me as much as he wanted, 'cause I wanted to pretend to be his baby girl
and I liked to play dress-up a lot too.  After Mister Stevie pulled my
panties all the way down close to my feet he knew what to do so I didn't
fall down.

"Lift one of your feet up first, Angel."

I did just like Mister Stevie told me to and he pulled my panties all
the way off my foot.

"Now the other foot, Angel."

I liked it a whole bunch when he talked all sweet to me, 'cause it made
it seem like he really wanted to be my pretend Daddy.

Just like before I lifted my other foot and looked down to see Mister
Stevie pull my panties all the way off.  As soon as he was all done he
put my panties on the bed next to my dress and then he put one of his
hands on my bummy and the other one on my tummy close to my boobies.
After that he looked up into my face and gave me this super big smile.
I felt so warm and tingly and wished I could be his little girl for real
so we could play dress-up and stuff all the time.  Mister Stevie then
said something that made all the tingle feelings go everywhere in my
whole body.

"My little girl is so pretty when she takes all her clothes off.  I
think I'm gonna like for you to come stay with me all the time so you
can be comfortable and not mess your dress or panties up.  Would you
like to play with me and not mess up your dress and panties like that,
Erin?"

I was feeling so tingly and a tiny bit embarrassed, so I acted like a
baby again and looked down at my bare tummy, kept my hands on his head
so I didn't fall down, and then I made my head go up and down a bunch of
times.  Mister Stevie then pulled me tight to his body and put his lips
on mine like we were in love and kissing.

I didn't know what to do so I just closed my eyes and pretended I was
his big girlfriend so he could kiss me a whole super bunch.  It tickled
a lot when Mister Stevie started to tickle my lips with his mouth, but I
didn't giggle too much and just let him do anything he wanted.  If he
liked me a lot and wanted me to be his big girlfriend then he would tell
me what to do and then teach me how to kiss for real.  My whole body
felt like it was filled with tingles almost as good as when he was
making my peepee booboos go away, so I let Mister Stevie play with my
lips as much as he wanted.  It didn't last a super long time and pretty
soon he pushed me away a tiny bit and kept me close to his body.

"My little girl is just the most special little angel in the whole
world, isn't she?"

I made my head go up and down a bunch of times and I think Mister Stevie
liked me to say yes 'cause he smiled really big too.

"Since you're not wearing your panties anymore I'm gonna need to make
sure your bummy is still clean when you sit down, okay?"

" kay "

"Lie down on your tummy right here so I can check your bummy, Angel."

"Kay."

Just like Mister Stevie told me to I laid down on his bed on my tummy
and waited for him to check my bummy really good.  He always did such a
good job of checking my peepee, my bummy, and everything, and I could
remember the first time he rubbed between my legs on my bummy hole to
see if I had any poopies in my panties.  Since I didn't got my panties
on this time it would be a lot easier for Mister Stevie to check me.

As soon as I wasn't moving no more Mister Stevie got off his big bed,
pulled me close to where he was kneeling at the side of the bed, made my
legs go way apart like before, but this time I was on my tummy.  It felt
good for Mister Stevie to want to check me so much, because mostly I
didn't do a good job of wiping my peepee and bummy, and then my panties
would get dirty and my Momma would get mad.

"Okay ... please don't be scared, Angel.  All I'm doing is checking to
see if your bummy is clean so you can sit on my bed for as long as you
want, okay?"

"Kay."

As soon as I said 'kay' Mister Stevie used his fingers to open up my
bummy really close to where the poopies come out.  Just like before I
could feel his face super close 'cause his breathing made my bummy and
even my poopie hole get warm.  It felt nice, and I liked it a super lot.

I was liking how it felt so much I put my thumb in my mouth again and
closed my eyes.  If Mister Stevie checked my bummy for a super long time
I might even fall asleep, so I hope he wouldn't be mad.

For like a super long time Mister Stevie just checked my bummy and
poopie hole with his eyes, and he helped me stick my bummy way up in the
air like maybe I was doing some more ballerina stuff.  Mister Stevie was
such a good pretend Daddy for me and I liked him so much I knew that I
was gonna do whatever he said so he could be happy.  If Mister Stevie
was happy then I knew even my Momma would be happy, so I could be happy
too.  I also liked it a lot that he let me pretend to do lots of cool
ballerina stuff so I could show off.

Pretty soon after my bummy was up in the air Mister Stevie made my legs
go super far apart like maybe I was pretending to be a froggie with my
knees pushing down on his bed, and after that he started to touch my
poopie hole super soft like he was the best doctor guy in the whole
world.  It tickled a little bit, and I wanted to giggle a whole bunch
like we were playing a real tickle game, but he was touching me so soft
it felt much better than just tickles.

For a long time Mister Stevie checked me over and over and over.  His
fingers kept going round and round and round on my poopie hole, but he
didn't stick his finger inside to check me none, so I guess I wasn't
dirty or nothing from the last time I went poopie.  I'm glad, 'cause
when I don't wipe myself really super good when I go poopie on the potty
my Momma gets all mad and she wipes me really hard to make all the dirty
poopies come off my bummy hole.  I knew Mister Stevie wouldn't wipe my
bummy and poopie hole hard and make it hurt like my Momma does, and I
was gonna ask Mister Stevie to help me next time I had to go poopie.

Mister Stevie was rubbing my poopie hole and my whole bummy so soft I
almost did go to sleep for real, but before I started to dream about
kittens and rabbits and Mister Stevie giving me lots of kisses and help
the magic power come out when he was licking my peepee he talked all
soft and sounded happy.

"You're nice and clean, Angel.  You did a very good job the last time
you went potty, and I'm proud of you."

I felt like a super big tingle fill my tummy up a whole bunch, and I
liked it when Mister Stevie told me he was proud of me.  That made me
want to do a good job of everything after that.

Before I could ask Mister Stevie to check my bummy and poopie hole for a
super long time he kissed both of my bummy cheeks, rubbed them soft with
one of his big hands, and then talked all soft like he was happy.

"Would you like for me to give your bummy some of my special powers now,
Erin?"

Since I was being a good girl for my new best friend I knew I was
supposed to say yes, but since I was sucking my thumb all I did was make
my head go up and down two times.

"Okay ... just stay like that and I'll give your bummy some of my
special powers."

I was hoping Mister Stevie would give my poopie hole some licks like he
did my peepee and tingle bump, and before I knew it his tongue was going
all around and around my poopie hole.  It felt super good and I could
feel the good tingles coming back, so I knew his special powers were
working really good.

For a long time Mister Stevie kept licking all over my bummy and even a
tiny bit inside my poopie hole, and I liked it so much I made a happy
baby sound a whole bunch and pushed my bummy into his face.  That made
Mister Stevie happy, and I could hear him laugh a tiny bit real quiet.

"Hee, hee, hee.  Good girl."

Mister Stevie must have been a super smart doctor guy, because he did a
really good job of making my whole bummy and peepee feel super good, and
I knew I was gonna ask Mister Stevie to always check me when I needed to
have lots more good feelings.  Of all the doctor guys my Momma took me
to when I was a tiny bit sick Mister Stevie was the best one 'cause he
could always find the best tingle feelings with his fingers and tongue.

After a whole long time Mister Stevie then took his mouth away from my
bummy, wiped me all good, looked at my poopie hole and peepee one more
time, and then talked all soft like he was happy.

"Okay, Sweetie.  Come sit next to me so you can read your book now."

"Kay!"

Mister Stevie helped me get up, move my feet so I could walk on his bed
like my Momma didn't want me to at home, and after I was away from his
legs I sat down on the bed right next to him so he could hug me when I
read my favorite story book.  Just like I wanted to he made sure I was
super close to him so he could put his hand on my shoulder super close
to my neck so his fingers could rub my skin close to my boobie.  After a
tiny minute I felt his fingers rub my boobie and play with my pink bump
until I felt it get all hard.  I liked the way it felt and tried not to
giggle, but he knew how to tickle me really good and I couldn't help it.

"Tee Hee!"

As soon as I was sitting still Mister Stevie started to rub and cover my
boobie with his fingers and hand a whole bunch and then he played with
my pink bump, but not so much so I would giggle a whole lot.  It felt a
lot better, so I looked up to him, smiled, and then looked back down to
where his hand was touching me all nice.  Then Mister Stevie put my book
on my legs but he didn't want me to get it too close to my peepee.

"Keep the book away from your body, Sugar, so I can make sure you don't
hurt your peepee.  Your skin between your legs and on that nice soft
spot where your slit starts is super tender.  We need to make sure you
don't do anything to hurt it.  I need to watch you a lot, make sure you
don't hurt the soft parts between your legs, and I'm gonna have to check
your peepee a whole lot to make sure it's alright, okay?"

"Thanks, Mister Stevie.  I'm glad you're gonna look out for me now."

"You're welcome, Angel, and you're right.  From now on I'm going to be
looking out for you all the time, especially when you can come visit
with me alone and stay with me all by yourself just like this without
your dress and panties on."

"Can I come stay with you by myself *all* the time, Mister Stevie?  I
like being with you without my dress and panties."

"As long as your mommy says it's okay, then you can stay with me as much
as you want to, Honey."

"Can I take my dress and panties off when we play and read *all* the
time, Mister Stevie?"

"Why would you want to do that, Sugar?"

"I get hot sometimes, Mister Stevie."

"You do?  Really?"

"Uh huh!  When I get hot I don't like to wear my dress and panties."

"Do you do that when you're at home, Erin?"

"Uh huh."

"Does your mommy know you take your dress and panties off, Erin?"

"Uh huh.  She said as long as I don't go outside or stand by the front
door when it's open she says it's okay."

"Alright, then.  When we see your mommy at dinner you need to ask her if
you can do that in my apartment too, okay?"

"Okay, Mister Stevie."

"Good girl.  Go ahead and start reading to me, Angel."

"How much can I read to you, Mister Stevie?"

"As much as you want."

"You mean ... even the whole book?"

"Sure!  You can read as much as you want."

"Really?  Nobody ever let me read as much as I wanted, Mister Stevie."

"I'm going to, Erin."

I don't know why I needed to, but as soon as he told me that I could do
more than anyone else let me I moved the book to the bed, jumped up in
front of Mister Stevie, and then gave him this super big hug.

"I love you, Mister Stevie."

As soon as I told him that he put one hand on my back and his other one
on my bare bummy and just rubbed me all super soft.

"I love you too, Erin.  I love you with all my heart."

It always felt so good when he rubbed my body, but mostly my bummy, and
boobies, and peepee, and my poopie hole too.  I liked it when he made my
peepee booboos go away the most with his lips and tongue, but I needed
to wait until he asked me if I wanted to do that.  I was wishing he
would ask me really soon.

It also felt really super neat to hear him tell me that he loved me, and
I could feel some of those nice tingles start to make my tummy feel all
good inside.  It seemed like Mister Stevie knew just what to do to give
me tingles *all* the time.

It seemed like he hugged me and rubbed my bummy like forever and I liked
it a super lot.  After a little while he whispered into my ear.

"Go ahead and read to me, Angel.  I'll hold you and rub your body while
you're reading so you can feel nice."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes?"

"Can I lay down on my tummy so I can put my book in front of me?  That
way you can rub my back and bummy and legs and I can read at the same
time."

"You're such a smart little girl, Erin.  That sounds like a wonderful
idea.  Go ahead and lie down like you did before when I was checking to
see if your bummy was clean.  Get closer to the other side of the bed,
face that way so I can sit or lie down next to you, and I'll rub you
like you said."

"Kay!"

Just like Mister Stevie said I turned around, walked on his big bed to
the other side, got down super close to where his pillows were, pushed
the book in front of me, looked back at Mister Stevie, and then smiled.

"Open your book to the first page and get ready, Erin.  While you're
doing that I'm gonna help move your body and your legs a tiny bit more.
Don't pay attention to anything that I'm doing at all.  Just keep
looking at your book and start reading whenever you're ready, okay?"

"Kay!  Thanks, Mister Stevie."

"You're welcome, Angel."

Just like Mister Stevie told me to I moved my favorite book close to
where his big pillows were and then laid down on my tummy.  Even before
I stopped moving Mister Stevie was helping me get in the right spot and
made sure I was close enough so he could see my book and also rub me.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are you really gonna let me read my whole book for real?  Nobody ever
let me do that before ... not even my Momma."

"I tell you what, Angel.  You can read as much as you want to, even if
you want to read your whole book.  I'll just stay right here with you or
right behind you really close and you just keep reading.  I won't go
anywhere at all, and to make sure you know I'm right here I'll keep
rubbing your back or your legs or anything you want me to."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes?"

"Are you gonna rub my bummy too?"

"If you want me to ... yes!"

"Please rub my bummy, Mister Stevie, 'cause it feels so nice when you
rub me like that.  You rub me all soft and slow and make me feel all
super good, not like my Momma or nobody does."

"Okay, Erin.  I'll rub your bummy too.  Go ahead and start reading."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you ... "

"What, Angel?  Tell me."

I felt all super scared 'cause I wanted Mister Stevie to rub my peepee
and poopie hole too, but if he did that I might not get to read my book.
The tingles that were trying to come out of my tummy were just too
strong, so I had to ask Mister Stevie like a super lot.

"Can you rub my peepee a little bit too?  I know I gotta practice my
reading a super lot, but I also like the way you make all the booboos go
away and give my peepee and poopie hole lots of tingles.  Please can you
rub my peepee and my poopie hole too and give me just a little bit of a
whole lots of tingles?"

"We'll see, Angel.  Go ahead and start reading and I'll see if I can
make some of those tingles start pretty soon."

"Kay."

"That's my girl.  Go ahead and start now."

"Once - upon - a - time - in - mid - winter - when - the - snowflakes -
were - falling - like - feathers ... "

After I started to read the first page I could feel Mister Stevie
rubbing my back, and then a little bit of my bummy, and even both of my
legs all the way down to my feet.  His hand felt so good on me that I
just forgot about anything else and kept on reading.  Before I knew it
the first page was finished and I felt good that I was doing a good job.

"Soon - after ... after ... af-ter-word - she - had - a - little -
daughter - who - was - as - white - as - snow ... "

It took a little while but after I finished the next page and turned it
so I could start to read the next page after that I felt Mister Stevie
rubbing between my legs close to my bummy, so I opened my legs a little
bit for him.  I didn't even know I was doing that, and pretty soon I was
reading more and more while he rubbed my legs all the way to my peepee
really soft and nice.

After that page was done and I started on the next page I could feel
Mister Stevie slipping his hand underneath my peepee between my legs, so
I lifted my bummy up in the air so he had room to do whatever he wanted.
I really didn't know what he was gonna do except make me feel nice, so I
just kept reading.

Pretty soon I noticed I had my bummy way up in the air and my knees were
way apart like I was pretending to be a ballerina or a froggie, and
Mister Stevie was rubbing my peepee all soft and making only a tiny bit
of tingles inside my tummy feel good.  It must have looked a little bit
funny, except Mister Stevie wasn't laughing or making any funny sounds.
He must have been watching me all the time and rubbing my peepee and
looking at me really good, but he stayed quiet, so I just kept reading
and letting Mister Stevie move my body in any way that he wanted.  As
soon as I finished the next page he finally said something really soft.

"Lift up your tummy just a little bit, Erin.  I need to put a pillow
underneath your tummy so your bummy can be up in the air in the right
spot, okay?"

"Kay, Mister Stevie."

The only thing that I did after that was keep reading and didn't see or
feel Mister Stevie help me lift my bummy up in the air so he could put a
fluffy pillow underneath my tummy really close to my peepee.  Mister
Stevie moved the pillow around a little bit and went back and forth
until he must have been happy.  When I wasn't moving no more my bummy
was way up in the air even more than before, my legs were really far
apart, the bottom part of the pillow wasn't touching my peepee, and I
felt like I was pretending to be a really big froggy or something.  It
felt like a new kind of game and I liked it 'cause it didn't hurt at all
for me to pretend to be a super big froggy or anything like that.  After
I finished reading that page and was ready to start on the next one
Mister Stevie talked to me again.

"I'm gonna move behind you for a little while, Erin.  Just keep reading,
because you're doing a great job.  I'll be between your legs behind you,
okay?"

"Am I doing a good job for real, Mister Stevie?"

"You're doing a *great* job, Angel.  I'm very proud of how well you can
read.  If you want to you can read the whole story and even start back
at the beginning when you're done, if you'd like."

"Honest?  For real?"

"Uh huh!  Go ahead and start reading the next page and I'll be right
behind you between your legs.  If you want me to help you with a word or
something then go ahead and ask.  I'll be close enough so I can see the
book after you ask me to help you and show me which word you can't read,
so don't think I'm gonna go to sleep or something"

"I know you won't take a nap, Mister Stevie.  So ... I can read some
more then?"

"You sure can.  You're doing a great job.  Go ahead."

"Thanks!"

When Mister Stevie was moving from beside me to behind me so he could be
between my legs I just waited and looked around my back so I could watch
him.  Once he was between my legs and moved my legs apart some more he
smiled at me and moved his head up and down like he was saying 'yes', so
I turned so I could see my book and started to read again.

"The - poor - child - was - a-lone - in - the - great - forest ... "

As soon as I got to the end of the first line Mister Stevie started to
rub my legs up and down and got his fingers really close to my peepee.
Before I knew it he was rubbing my bummy and underneath my peepee at the
same time with both his hands and it felt really nice.  I really liked
the way he made me feel better and all comfy by rubbing me so much and I
kept reading on and on and on.

Once that page was done I turned to read the next one and then felt
Mister Stevie starting to make my peepee booboos go away with his lips
and tongue.  It felt so good I forgot about reading for a tiny minute
and liked the way he pushed his face all the way between my legs.  When
he was kissing my peepee booboos away and then licking my super dooper
tingle bump inside my peepee crack I lifted my bummy up into the air a
little bit and pushed back so Mister Stevie knew that I liked the way he
was making me feel all tingly.  He must have wanted to make me feel good
too and helped me lift my bummy up a little bit more so he could kiss
and lick my peepee hole.

Mister Stevie was really making my peepee booboos change into nice
tingle feelings and I didn't know it but I was starting to jump a little
bit like I was riding a horsey.  It must have looked funny to Mister
Stevie for me to be moving my bummy and peepee back and forth like I was
riding a horsey up and down, but he didn't stop licking my peepee hole
and even my bummy hole until like a long time.  All of his licks and
kisses were making my tummy full of extra good tingles so much that I
forgot all about my book until my face moved down and was touching it.

Before I knew what was happening I was making some more baby sounds, but
kinda new and a lot different than before, kinda like I wanted to sing
but I didn't know all the words.  There was like this special song that
was inside my tummy and peepee and I kept making lots of new special
baby noises and making silly singing sounds for a long time.  I don't
know what I was singing, but I kept making lots of new noises over and
over and over and over.

Mister Stevie put his hands on my legs really close to my bummy and
squeezed his fingers around them a little bit so he was pulling me back
into his face nice and tight.  He didn't let go for a long time and kept
giving my peepee booboos lots of licks until I started to feel a new
kind of tingle that I never felt before.  It was like I needed to go
potty really bad, but it was different like I needed to go potty with
Mister Stevie's mouth on my peepee.  I really liked how he was making my
peepee feel like it was starting to tingle super lots and better than I
ever felt good forever.

Pretty soon the tingles got so much that it felt like the most bestest
tickles in the whole world and then something happened that made all the
tingles go super big.  For like a whole long time I could feel my tummy
and all the insides of my body jumping all around and my bummy and
peepee started to move around all over the place by themselves without
me doing anything.  The tingles and the tickles and that super new and
really good feeling almost like going potty were so nice that I wanted
it to keep going forever and ever, but then I fell asleep without it
being night-time.

The next thing I remember I was on my back and Mister Stevie was right
beside me.  One of his hands was rubbing my peepee up and down, and I
could feel one of his big fingers going inside my peepee hole back and
forth real slow.  It felt really strange but also kinda like a new
tingle feeling that made my peepee hole feel a little bit full.  Since
he was using his thumb to rub kinda slow on that super dooper tingle
bump in my peepee crack at the same time I didn't think the new feeling
in my peepee hole was bad at all.  I kept my legs far apart so my new
best friend could keep giving me a whole bunch of neat tingles and I
just stayed still.

"How do you feel, Angel?  Are you okay?"

Because I felt all super tired and a little bit sleepy the only thing I
could do was make my head go up and down like I was saying 'yes'.

"Did you like the way I made your peepee booboos go away so I could give
you some nice new tingle feelings?"

I felt so good and was so happy that I lifted my arm that was far away
from Mister Stevie so I could rub his face all soft and then I made my
head go up and down like I was saying 'yes' again.  After that it felt
like Mister Stevie was trying to give me some new kind of tingles inside
my peepee hole and I wanted to tell him stuff.  It sounded like I was
super sleepy when I talked, but Mister Stevie didn't get angry at me at
all.

"It feels weird for you to put your finger inside my peepee hole, Mister
Stevie.  I never did that before."

"How does it feel, Angel?"

"I dunno ... kinda like my peepee is all full like my bummy gets when I
gotta go poopee."

"Does it hurt when I give you these new tingle feelings inside your
peepee and rub your tingle bump at the same time?"

"No ... not very much."

"It doesn't really hurt at all, Sweetie?  Really?"

"Well ... it doesn't hurt a *whole* lot ... it just feels a tiny bit
strange.  Is it supposed to make my peepee hole booboos go away like
when you kiss and lick my peepee and stuff, Mister Stevie?"

"Yes it is, Honey, but only people with special powers like me can do
this to little girls like you.  If some regular guy wanted to try to
take away your peepee booboos and he also wanted to give you super
special new tingles inside your peepee with his finger it would hurt a
whole bunch and you'd cry a super lot.  Do you understand?"

"It would hurt, Mister Stevie?"

"Ohhhh, yeah!  It would hurt a *whole* lot, Angel!  The most worst kind
of pain in the whole world ... even worse than a bee sting.  Have you
ever been stung by a bee or got a bug bite, Honey?"

"Uh huh!  It hurt a whole bunch and I cried and cried for a long time."

"Then you can never let anyone else ever try to give you peepee tingles,
or try to make your peepee booboos go away, or even try to give you the
new kind of tingle feelings inside your peepee hole, or even pull your
panties down so they can look at you or touch you.  Only people with
special powers can do that."

"Like you, Mister Stevie?  Only my best friend can give me the right
kind of tingle feelings and make the booboo hurts go away?"

"That's right, Precious.  Only me."

"Then ... I don't want nobody to give me none of that stuff 'cause it
will hurt a lot, right?"

"That's right, Angel.  It will hurt a whole bunch for a long, long time.
That's why only I can help you take your dress off and pull your panties
down and rub your back and bummy and legs and "

"And my peepee and my peepee hole too, Mister Stevie?"

"That's right, Erin.  You're so smart, Angel."

"Thank you for telling me, Mister Stevie, 'cause I only want *you* to
give me all those nice new tingle feelings, okay?  Please?"

"Okay, Angel.  Only me from now on."

I felt so happy that Mister Stevie told me before one of the bad men or
naughty boys in our building tried to pull my dress up and my panties
down.  It was gonna hurt a whole bunch when they pulled my panties down
and pushed their fingers inside my peepee, like maybe a really bad bee
sting, and I didn't want no more bad bee sting feelings, 'cause they
really hurt.

Mister Stevie then started to make some funny noises inside my peepee
hole like he was playing with his vanilla pudding with his finger and
making funny slurping noises, and he rubbed that super dooper tingle
bump in my peepee crack with his thumb at the same time.  It felt really
nice for Mister Stevie to keep making the bad peepee booboos go away and
give me nice tingles instead, so I just kept my legs apart and pushed up
with my bummy and peepee so he could do it as much as he wanted.  It
felt so nice, and I wanted Mister Stevie to give me special tingles and
that funny slurpy sound with his finger inside my peepee hole.

After a little while Mister Stevie started to kiss and lick and suck on
my boobies like Becky did that one time so they could have nice tingle
feelings too.  I liked the way Mister Stevie was giving me new tingle
feelings on my body in every place and didn't say nothing 'cause I knew
he was being my best friend and his special powers were like the best in
the whole world.  His finger inside my peepee hole was making lots more
squishy noises and his thumb was bringing back the super nice tingle
feelings that buzzed around inside my tummy and made me think I was
riding a horsey.  I liked it better when Mister Stevie used his tongue
on that super dooper tingle bump to give me some more jumping horsey
feelings in my peepee crack so I told him.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Mmmm hmmmm?"

He just kept kissing and sucking on my boobie when he talked so I asked
him anyway.

"Since the super nice tingle feelings are starting to come back and I
feel like I'm gonna jump up and down like I was riding a horsey, can you
give me the nice tingle feelings with your tongue again?"

The sound he made when he took his mouth off my boobie sounded funny.

"You want some more of those super nice tingle feelings that made you
jump all around like before, Angel?"

"You're not mad, are you Mister Stevie?"

"No, Baby.  I'm not mad at all.  In fact, if you want me to I'll give
you those super better tingles as much as you want to.  I know how much
little girls need those new tingles from only people with special
powers, so it wouldn't be right for me not to give them to you.  But you
have to remember what I said before.  Do you remember?"

"What, Mister Stevie?"

"About who can give you nice feelings and who can pull your panties down
whenever they want to."

"OH!  I remember, Mister Stevie."

"Then, tell me, Erin."

"I'm not supposed to let NO-body try to pull my panties down or touch my
boobies or my peepee or even try to make the peepee booboos go away with
their tongue or their finger inside my peepee hole so they can make lots
of squishy noises that sound funny.  Only my super best friend Mister
Stevie is supposed to do all those things with me so his special powers
are super strong, right?"

"That's right, Angel.  Very good."

"Then ... can you?"

"Can I what, Honey?"

"Can you use your tongue on my super dooper tingle bump in my peepee
crack so I can have that jumpy feeling like I'm riding a horsey?"

"Sure, Angel.  I'd love to give you that feeling."

"Even right now?"

"Uh huh!  Even right now."

"Thank you, Mister Stevie!"

"You're welcome, Angel.  Just lie back and let me make those super nice
tingle feelings come back so you can jump around like you were riding a
horsey and have a good time."

Mister Stevie moved his mouth to my super dooper tingle bump and started
to lick it up and down and back and forth and in all kinds of circles.
At the same time he made his finger go inside my peepee hole back and
forth until it made lots of squishy sounds and even wiggled it around
really far inside until I felt another new special kind of tingle.  It
was different than before but not bad, so I stayed still and waited to
see what would happen.  If it was good like the jumpy horsey feeling
then I was gonna like it ever more than before.

Pretty soon that jumpy horsey feeling started to come back again and I
liked it a whole bunch.  Mister Stevie could tell he was helping the bad
peepee booboos to go away and then the nice jumpy horsey feelings come
back, 'cause he started to make his finger go faster and he started to
suck on that special tingle bump.  That felt even better than before and
I couldn't stop making a whole bunch of new baby noises super loud.  I
don't really remember what the noises were, but I was making a whole
bunch of loud sounds like I needed to yell to somebody real far away on
the playground.  I remember a little girl falling down from the swings
this one time, and she was making lots of yelling sounds for a long
time, but my noises were like good yelling, and Mister Stevie didn't
make me stop or nothing.

When the best jumpy horsey feelings started to make my tummy and bummy
and legs jump all around Mister Stevie tried super hard to make the bad
peepee booboo feelings go away.  It felt weird when my body started to
jump around all by itself, but I didn't mind 'cause it felt like the
best feeling of all in the whole world.  As soon as the biggest tingles
of them all started again and Mister Stevie was making his finger go
back and forth inside my peepee hole so I could have even more tingles I
went to sleep again.

"Erin?  Erin?  Can you hear me, Angel?"

When I woke up again Mister Stevie was looking at me with a big smile on
his face.  He must be really happy about giving me my new jumpy horsey
feeling 'cause he looked like he was extra special happy.  His finger
was inside my peepee hole really far and his thumb was going in small
circles on my tingle bump really slow.  Even before I could say nothing
I could feel a whole bunch of the good tingle feelings come back, but
not like the super good jumpy horsey tingles.  If Mister Stevie wanted
to he could give me the best tingles in the whole world, and I wouldn't
be able to do nothing to say no 'cause I needed to be a good girl.

I wanted to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep and let the good
tingles fill my tummy up, but Mister Stevie started to talk super soft
like he wanted me to listen good.

"Did I give you the right kind of tingle feelings and made the bad
peepee booboos go away, Angel?"

I smiled at Mister Stevie 'cause I knew he was gonna give me lots more
nice new feelings all the time as much as I wanted.  After I smiled I
made my head go up and down again.

"Would you like to take a tiny nap for a little while, Angel?  You can
stay right here and I'll keep you company until it's time for me to
order our pizza dinner.  Would you like that?"

"Uh huh."

"Would you like to order the kind of pizza we're gonna eat tonight after
your nap?"

"Can I for real, Mister Stevie?"

"Why sure you can, Angel.  What kind would you like to order?"

"Can we have one that has a whole bunch of stuff on it?"

"Like a jumbo sampler pizza, with meats, and cheeses, and veggies, and
everything except those silly little fishies and hot peppers?"

"Yeah!  Like one of those!"

"Good girl.  Okay ... as soon as it's time for me to order it then I'll
wake you up and I'll let you tell the pizza guy what kind to bring us.
Would you like that, Angel?"

"Uh huh!  Thanks, Mister Stevie."

"You're welcome, Angel.  Would you like to go potty before your nap?"

"Kay."

I was so sleepy that I kept my eyes closed the whole time Mister Stevie
carried me to the potty, helped me go pee, wiped my peepee hole, and
then carried me back to his bed.  As soon as I was lying down Mister
Stevie put his hand on my peepee and rubbed all super soft.  It kinda
tickled a tiny bit, but it also felt really good, so I needed to tell
him to do it lots.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Are you gonna put your finger inside my peepee hole really far like
before, except just go slow and give me a tiny bit of good tingles?"

"Sure, Angel.  Would you like anything else?"

"Uh huh!  Suck on my titty points and rub my tingle bump with your thumb
super slow so the other good tingle feelings can come back too."

"Would you like the super good jumpy horsey feeling again?"

"NO!  Just ... rub me soft and slow so I can feel good this time."

"Would you like to take a nap and let me help you feel good at the same
time, Sugar?  I promise I'll go slow."

"Yeah.  Do it slow so I can feel good, but ... YAWN ... I'm kinda
tired right now, Mister Stevie.  Can I take a nap now?"

"Sure, Kitten.  You close your eyes, open your legs, and I'll give you
all of those nice tingle feelings all over, but only really slow."

When Mister Stevie stopped talking he put his finger back inside my
peepee hole, but he didn't make the squishy noises a whole bunch or make
the new super jumpy horsey tingle feelings come back.  All he did was
make his finger go in and out of my peepee hole super slow.  It felt a
lot better for him to do it like that 'cause I was sleepy and I smiled
at Mister Stevie.  Then he started to rub my tingle bump like I wanted,
and he even kissed and sucked on my titty points even better than Becky.
I liked that feeling a super bunch, and if me and Mister Stevie could be
all alone next time I was gonna make him give me lots of good feelings
just like this forever.

Before I knew it I was asleep and didn't know nothing until I woke up.

"Erin?  Erin, Angel?  It's time to wake up so we can order the pizza."

It took me a tiny little bit to wake up, but I liked to wake up with
Mister Stevie kissing my boobies and rubbing my peepee and putting his
finger in my peepee hole so much.  When I could make my head work I
asked him some questions.

"Are you really gonna let me order the pizza, Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh.  But first I need to take you to go potty.  After that I need
to put your dress on you and then pull your panties up your legs.  We
need to be ready for your mommy to come pretty soon."

"Awwww, Mister Stevie!  I don't wanna put my clothes on.  I wanna let
you give me tingles on my peepee all the time 'cause it feels good."

"I know it feels good, Angel, but your mommy isn't supposed to know
about my special powers, remember?"

"Oh!  Yeah, I remember, Mister Stevie."

"Good girl.  Hold onto me."

I put my arms around his neck and felt him hold me tight to his body so
he could lift me up and carry me to the potty.  As soon as I was sitting
on the potty I asked my new best friend something.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Until my Momma comes to visit can you give me a tiny bit of tingle
feelings, please?"

"We'll see.  I have to keep your panties pulled up when you mommy gets
here and until your mommy goes to work, okay?"

"You can still give me tingle feelings inside my panties when they're
pulled all the way up, Mister Stevie.  All you gotta do is pull my dress
up and put your hand inside my panties so you can put your finger inside
my peepee hole and rub my tingle bump too.  Can you do that, Mister
Stevie, please?"

"Are you sure you want me to give you tingle feelings all the time,
Angel?  I might want to to that like *all* the time if you let me."

"Really?  All the time ... for real?"

"That's why I asked you, Angel.  If you let me pull your dress up and
push my hand inside your panties any time I wanted to I might want to do
it even when you're sleeping, or playing, or taking a bath, or any
time."

"I don't wear my clothes in the bath tub, Mister Stevie.  You're silly!"

"Oops!  I guess you're right, Sweetie.  But when you're wearing your
clothes and just watching TV or reading or playing with your dollies, I
might want to give you tingle feelings, even if they were tiny ones and
not the super jumpy horsey kind."

"I don't mind, Mister Stevie.  I *like* the tingle feelings you give me.
I never knew I could have so many tingle feelings ever since you made
the bad peepee booboos go away.  But if you don't keep giving me the
right kind of tingle feelings the bad peepee booboo feelings might come
back and I won't feel the good ones no more.  I want you to give me lots
of good tingle feelings, 'cause I like those a super bunch."

"I'm glad, Angel."

"I remember what you said about only letting my super best friend give
me the right kind of tingles, 'cause only you got special powers like
that, Mister Stevie.  Please can you give me even some tiny tingle
feelings until my Momma comes to eat with us, please?"

"Sure, Angel.  I'll give you any kind of tingle feeling in the whole
world any time you want them."

I felt so happy that I leaned toward him super fast and gave Mister
Stevie the best hug I could ever remember.  After I finished going potty
Mister Stevie wiped my peepee hole, flushed the potty, and then carried
me back to his bed.  I was wishing Mister Stevie would forget about me
putting my dress and panties back on, and for a tiny minute he kissed
and licked my peepee and peepee hole just to make me feel better.  I
knew he was only trying to be nice 'cause he didn't try to give me the
super jumpy horsey tingle feelings again.

After he kissed and licked my peepee for a tiny minute Mister Stevie
helped me put my dress back on, pulled my panties up my legs, put my
sandals back on my feet, and he even combed my hair and made me look all
pretty.  I wanted to stay in Mister Stevie's bedroom and lie down on his
bed so he could pull my dress up a little bit and then push his hand
inside my panties so I could have some tiny tingle feelings, but he said
it was better if we sat on his big couch.  The only thing we could do
for a little while was hug and kiss and be special with each other.  I
still wanted to stay in his bedroom so we could play some more, but he
said we couldn't.

"Until your mommy comes we need to stay out here, Angel.  After she goes
to work then we can go anywhere you want before and after your bath."

"Can I take a nap with you when I sleep tonight, Mister Stevie?"

"Sure, Angel, but we need to make sure that your mommy won't get mad.
If she'll get mad if you sleep with me then we need to tell her that
you'll sleep by yourself."

"I wish she didn't have to know if I was gonna sleep with you, Mister
Stevie.  Sometimes I get a tiny bit scared when I'm sleeping."

"You be sure to tell her that and maybe she'll let you sleep with me
after all."

"Can I ask her ... for real, Mister Stevie?"

"Sure, Angel.  Just remember what I said, okay?"

"Uh huh!  I can't tell nobody about your special powers or they may not
work no more, right?"

"And what else?"

"I can't say nothing about the new tingle feelings or how you fix my
peepee booboos, neither."

"Good girl.  All of the stuff we do in my apartment is a secret, and you
can't tell nobody anything or all of my special powers will be gone.  Do
you want my special powers to be gone, Angel?  I'd never be able to give
you any more tingles for the rest of your life.  That might be bad."

"Please don't tell nobody, Mister Stevie!  I promise I won't tell nobody
too, okay?"

"That's my good girl.  Nobody has to know what we do inside my place."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Angel?"

I wanted to ask Mister Stevie to put his hand inside my panties and give
me some tiny tickles for a little while, but I got scared he might be
mad at me and tell me no.  All I could do was make my sad baby face and
then pull my dress up until all of my panties were uncovered.  Mister
Stevie didn't get mad at all and he even smiled at me.  When he started
to rub my legs a little bit I made my legs go way apart so he could see
where my peepee was, but only on the outside of my panties.  If my new
best friend was gonna give me some tiny tickles he would put his hand
inside my panties like he said he would.

It made my whole tummy start to tingle real lots when Mister Stevie put
his fingers on the top part of my panties and then wiggled them until
his hand was all the way inside and one of his big fingers was starting
to go inside my peepee hole.  It felt so good I pushed back a little bit
and Mister Stevie let me lie down on my back right there on his couch.
For a long time he made all those funny squishy noises with his big
finger inside my peepee hole, but he pushed his finger in and out of my
peepee hole really slow so I could feel good and not have too many of
the new jumpy horsey tingles.  I really liked it when Mister Stevie kept
his finger inside my peepee hole and he rubbed my tingle bump really
soft with his thumb.  He even pushed my dress up really high so he could
rub and kiss my boobies and my pink points on top when he was giving me
lots of soft new tingles.  I was so happy.  I'm glad I have a new best
friend like Mister Stevie.

I was almost ready to go to sleep when Mister Stevie looked at his watch
and then smiled at me.

"It's time for my little Angel to order the pizza."

As soon as he said that I almost forgot all about getting any more
tingles.  Mister Stevie took me to his potty and helped me go pee.
After that he gave me a tiny little lick on my peepee so I didn't have
no more peepee booboos, and then we washed our hands together.  I was
almost feeling like Mister Stevie was being my pretend Daddy for real,
'cause we were doing all kinds of stuff together.

I was like all scared and stuff when Mister Stevie called the pizza guy
and let me hold his phone.  Even with his ear and mouth close to the
phone thing I got to say all the words, and I could feel my tummy
getting a tiny bit tingly, but not the same way as when Mister Stevie
gives me a whole bunch of good licks and peepee kisses.  The pizza guy
was nice to me and told me I was being a good girl and he sounded like
he might be my friend if I wanted, but I remembered what Mister Stevie
said about not letting any other people try to pull my panties down or
try to give me licks and make my peepee booboos go away 'cause it would
hurt worse that the biggest bee sting in the whole world.  I got a tiny
bit scared after that and let Mister Stevie talk to the pizza guy.

Mister Stevie must be like a super good Daddy 'cause he could see in my
head that I was a tiny bit scared of some bad man trying to make me have
hurts like a super bad bee sting.  After the pizza guy was finished my
new best friend carried me back to his couch, put me down, and then he
started to give me like the best play tickles in the whole world on my
tummy and under my arms and all over the place.  He tickled my legs for
a little while, and then my underarms like before, and on my tummy until
I was wiggling all around, and my bones of my chest until I was giggling
and wiggling and making lots of noise even louder than my Momma lets me.
It felt so good for Mister Stevie to play with me even when we didn't
have no toys and I did my best to be a good girl and giggle until we
heard a noise at the front of Mister Stevie's house.

It sounded like my Momma was wanting to come in, so Mister Stevie
checked my panties to make sure they were all the way up, pulled my
dress down and smoothed it with both of his hands until it looked pretty
again, and then he carried me to his front door.  When Mister Stevie
opened his door the pizza guy was right there at the same time as my
Momma, and that was funny.

"Hi, Stacy.  Ready to eat and have a good time?"

After Mister Stevie gave the pizza guy some money the guy left, and all
of us stayed inside Mister Stevie's house.  My Momma talked all soft
like she was a tiny bit scared, and I could see her face like maybe she
was gonna give Mister Stevie a tiny baby cry.

"I wish I could help pay for the pizza, Steve, 'cause you've been taking
care of my little girl all afternoon."

"Nonsense!  It's my pleasure to take care of my little girlfriend.  I
can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon.  Besides, just before
you and the pizza guy showed up I was showing this little one what I
knew about tickles ... and she just *loves* tickles."

When Mister Stevie finished talking he handed my Momma the pizza box and
then started to give me play tickles again.  It felt so good and I
couldn't stop giggling and laughing and I even heard my Momma giggle.

"Tee hee.  Steve, of all the things that my little girl loves it's lots
of tickles.  If you've been able to put up with her need for endless
tickles and aren't tired of it yet, then you're some kind of miracle
worker.  She's such an affection and love-hungry little girl that I get
worn out after a few minutes.  If I let her do it she'd want me to pick
her up and hold her every waking minute like you do.  I hope she hasn't
been a pest and done the same thing to you."

"No, Stacy, Erin hasn't made a pest of herself at all.  If anything I've
been the one to spoil her rotten by carrying her around, giving her hugs
and lots of nice rubs the whole time."

"Oh, Steve.  I'll bet you're exhausted!"

"Not at all.  I feel so refreshed with Erin here that I know who's gonna
take care of her from now on when you're at work or shopping."

"Really, Steve?  You mean ... you don't mind holding, or carrying, or
taking care of her all the time?"

"Not at all, and to prove it I want you to know that I plan to keep her
in my arms as much as possible.  I've missed every chance to have a
lovely little girl in my life, but I'm not going to miss *this* chance.
As far as I'm concerned Erin is going to be a welcome addition to my
place until you get tired of me keeping her captive."

"Good luck with that.  If you're silly enough to torture yourself by
putting up with my little terror that much, then have at it."

"Then I'm gonna need to set up a place for her so she can have her own
bed, all of her personal needs taken care of, like clothes, panties,
shoes, some of her toiletries, and even some new toys."

"No, Steve.  You can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Well ... just because.  I can't pay you for all that stuff."

"Who said anything about you paying for anything?  I'm the one who wants
her to stay with me and feel as if she's just as much at home here as
she is upstairs in your apartment."

"But ... well ... you just can't!"

Mister Stevie got a strange look on his face like he was a little bit
sad.  His voice was so different so quick that I knew something was
wrong and I felt bad too.

"I'm sorry, Stacy.  I keep forgetting that we just met.  I forgot that
you don't know me well enough and can't trust me to take care of Erin
like that.  Maybe I shouldn't try so hard to make her a part of my life.
I apologize and I'll tone it down about a thousand notches."

"NO, Steve, that's *not* what I'm saying.  I know you've taken Erin to
the potty and wiped her underneath more than once this afternoon.  If
you were a mean or nasty person Erin wouldn't look and sound so happy in
your arms.  If I was worried about you hurting her or making her do
things that scared her or she wasn't grown up enough to understand I
wouldn't have let her spend so much time alone with you today.  I
*certainly* wouldn't have agreed to let her stay with you when I go to
work in a little while."

"You're still gonna let me do that, Stacy?"

"Of *course* I am, Steve!"

"What about when I undress and give her a bath?  Doesn't it bother you
that I'm gonna be able to see every square inch of her little body,
including her most tender and private places?"

"Of *course* it doesn't bother me for you to undress Erin, Steve!  My
gosh, if it did I wouldn't have agreed to her visiting with you and
spending the night."

My Momma gave me a great idea and I couldn't wait no longer to talk
about it.

"Momma?"

"Yes, Erin?"

"You remember when I take my dress off in my bedroom when I get hot,
right?"

"I remember, Honey.  Did you tell Mister Steve that you like to play
with no clothes on in your bedroom when our apartment gets hot?"

"Are you gonna be mad at me, Momma?"

"No, Sweetie, I'm not gonna be mad.  But you have to remember that there
are some things you shouldn't talk to people about, 'cause it's private
and nobody is supposed to know about it, remember?"

"Even Mister Stevie, Momma?"

"No, Angel.  You can tell your new friend Mister Steve anything you want
to.  I'm not worried about him finding out about your personal stuff.
You just have to remember that you shouldn't tell anyone else."

"I'm sorry, Momma.  I forgot a tiny bit, but Mister Stevie also told me
that I needed to keep stuff secret like when I take my dress off inside
our house, or even when I take my panties off in my bedroom when I'm
playing.  He's helping me to remember, Momma, honest."

"I'm glad, Erin.  Mister Steve is a very nice man, isn't he?"

"Uh huh, and he doesn't make me do bad things or hurt me none.  Mister
Stevie even told me that I needed to watch out for bad men who want to
pull my dress up and then pull my panties down so they can do things to
my peepee.  He said it would hurt a whole bunch, like a super bad bee
sting, and I don't want none of those hurt feelings.  You remember when
I got a bee sting, right Momma?"

"I remember, Erin, and Mister Steve is right.  You should *never* let a
stranger pull your panties down for any reason."

"But Mister Stevie isn't a stranger, right Momma?"

"That's right, Honey.  He's our friend and can help you go potty and
give you a bath and stuff like that.  He's the only one who can pull
your panties down 'cause he's a nice man."

"I'm glad, Momma.  All Mister Stevie wants to do is tickle me and give
me lots of tingles and make me feel good *all* the time.  He's the best
pretend Daddy in the whole world, Momma.  I wish Mister Stevie can be my
boyfriend too, 'cause he holds me lots and I wanna give him kisses too."

"Oh, really?  So, my little minx, are you telling me that you're falling
in love with Mister Steve?"

"Uh huh!  I already *did* fall in love with him, Momma, honest!"

"My, my, Steve.  It looks as if you've had a tremendous impact on my
little girl in no more than six hours.  You should be congratulated."

"Thanks, Stacy.  It wasn't that hard to fall in love with Erin, either.
She's such a precious little moppett that I couldn't *help* but fall in
love with her."

"Well ... I suppose I'm being outvoted, then.  Okay.  If you're gonna
set up a place for her to live, then I wanna contribute to the cause."

"How do you want to do that, Stacy?"

"After we eat dinner the three of us will go back upstairs and bring
down a small collection of her clothes, toys, and a little of her
personal toiletries.  I'm not about to have you spending money on my
little girl when I've got a whole room full of stuff that's not being
used all the time.  Sound okay?"

"It sounds fine.  Now ... before this pizza gets stone cold and rock
hard I think we need to start eating it."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Can I sit on your lap when we eat?"

"Of *course* you can, Sweetie.  I think that's a wonderful ... oops!
I'm sorry, Stacy.  I've already begun to extend my influence over your
daughter in very familiar ways, and it must look as if I'm trying to
spoil her rotten."

"Hey, if you're silly enough to have her sit on your lap like some human
pet then who am *I* to argue?  Besides, you'll be the one having to wash
your clothes as well as hers after you're both covered in tomato sauce,
olive oil, and pepperoni juice."

"Oh yeah.  I guess I forgot she might have better table manners than I
do.  How about if I slipped her dress off so it doesn't get dirty?"

"Actually that's what I do when we're gonna eat something rather messy."

Mister Stevie then looked at me with a little scared look and asked me
something really quiet.

"How are you gonna feel about me taking your dress off in front of your
mommy so you don't get it dirty with pizza sauce, Erin?  Are you gonna
be uncomfortable or embarrassed about being a little bit undressed?"

"No, Mister Stevie, I won't be 'barrassed.  You saw my peepee and bummy
and boobies when you took me to the potty, remember?"

"I remember, Angel.  I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to
feel bad 'cause you're gonna be sitting on my lap without your dress on
for a lot longer than when you were sitting on the potty."

"It's okay, Mister Stevie.  I don't mind if you can see my boobies or my
peepee or my bummy.  You're a nice man and you don't hurt me none or
make me do things that I don't wanna."

When my Momma started to talk she was almost laughing a tiny bit.

"Well ... it looks like you two aren't long from the wedding chapel,
Steve.  If I didn't know any better my little girl is closer to getting
married than I am."

When I heard my Momma talking about getting married I got a tiny tingle
in my tummy, like Mister Stevie was giving me one of our secret licks.

"Honest, Momma?  Me and Mister Stevie can get married, for real?"

"You're such a darling little girl, Erin.  If I didn't know any better
Mister Steve has cleverly worked his way into your heart so well that
I'm gonna have a handful when I have to take you home."

"Okay, ladies.  Time to set the table, get the plates and glasses out,
and then get this little one ready for a pizza mustache."

After my Momma helped Mister Stevie get all the stuff ready and put
everything on the table Mister Stevie took my dress off right in front
of my Momma.  It made me feel all tingly when Mister Stevie could see my
boobies and my pink points sticking out a tiny bit when my Momma was
looking, and I wanted him to take all my clothes off.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Am I gonna get my panties dirty too?"

My Momma made a funny face and smiled when she talked to Mister Stevie.

"Steve, you better not complain if she gets tomato sauce on her bum or
your ceiling.  As far as I'm concerned you're the silly man who's gonna
have to clean her and yourself up after she'd finished.  If you don't
want to have to wash her panties after dinner then go ahead and take
those off too."

"You sure, Stacy?  I don't want to "

"Come on, Steve.  You and I know perfectly well neither one of you is
that uncomfortable with my little girl wearing her birthday suit.  I
know she's gonna be running around your place sporting her natural
wash-and-wear outfit as soon as she can talk you into it, so we can
forget all about her feeling scared or my feeling apprehensive.  She's
safe with you, Steve, and I don't have a thing to worry about."

"I'm not gonna argue with you, Stacy.  She's already tried to convince
me that she runs around your place wearing nothing at all, and she's
even asked if she could do the same in my place when it gets hot, so I'm
not going to put up any resistance any longer."

Mister Stevie got down a little bit, put his hands under my arms, and
then he lifted me up a tiny bit.

"Okay, Erin.  Stand up on this chair so I can pull your panties down.
Once we get you settled on my lap I'll use a few extra napkins to keep
most of the damage off me and your wash-and-wear outfit."

My Momma giggled again and was laughing a tiny bit when she talked to
Mister Stevie again.

"Good luck with that, Steve.  You're gonna need a whole roll of paper
towels by the time dinner is finished."

"Oh, I don't know.  I think I know how to feed this little one.  As long
as she listens to me and doesn't *try* to make a mess, then I think
we'll both be okay."

After Mister Stevie pulled my panties down my Momma sat down and then
Mister Stevie did.  As soon as he was ready he picked me up and put me
right on his lap so I could look at my Momma with my legs way apart over
his legs like before.  I was almost thinking that Mister Stevie might
want to touch my peepee underneath the table, but he didn't right away.

Mister Stevie was the nicest man in the whole world when me and my Momma
were eating with him.  He helped me eat my own piece of pizza and even
let me hold it all by myself.  My Momma was looking at me with a funny
face when she saw me eating so good, like maybe Mister Stevie was being
a better Daddy than my Momma could be.  She really looked happy after I
finished my own pizza and was a whole bunch nicer after Mister Stevie
wiped my face and a little bit of my boobies 'cause I got some pizza
juice on my body.

When Mister Stevie was wiping my boobies only a tiny bit with a napkin
his other hand was holding me between my legs, like maybe I was gonna
fall or something.  I liked Mister Stevie a lot 'cause he wouldn't let
me get hurt or nothing, and he always held me so I didn't fall or even
get a tiny bit scared.  When I felt one of his fingers tickling inside
my peepee crack a tiny bit and give me a nice tingle feeling like before
I giggled and started to wiggle around on his lap.  That's when Mister
Stevie stopped touching my tingle bump in a hurry and then said stuff to
my Momma.

"Sorry, Stacy.  I'm having such a good time with my little dinner
partner that I kinda forgot to refrain from playing at the table."

Mister Stevie then turned me a tiny bit so I could see his face and he
gave me the look like my real Daddy used to when he wanted me to listen
really good.

"I need to remember not to play at the table like your mommy normally
asks you to, Sweetie.  I made your mommy just a tiny bit angry with me
'cause I didn't remember, so you're not the one who's in trouble, okay?"

I looked at my Momma and I could tell she was a tiny bit angry, but she
also had a little smile on her face, like she didn't want me to see it.
I felt better 'cause she didn't say nothing and started to eat again.

After that Mister Stevie talked all nice to both me and my Momma and he
smiled and said stuff to even make my Momma laugh a whole bunch.  It
made me feel good to see my Momma laugh, 'cause she didn't used to laugh
so much after my Daddy went away and didn't come back, and before we met
Mister Stevie.

After I ate some more pizza and drank from Mister Stevie's cola glass me
and my Momma and Mister Stevie talked for a long time.  Mister Stevie
did a really good job of helping me to stay clean, and all he had to do
was wipe a tiny bit of pizza juice from all around my mouth and even one
of my boobies a second time.  He did a good job and pretty soon I felt
like I needed to go potty.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Erin?"

"I gotta go potty."

When I said that my Momma got up from the table and waited for me and
Mister Stevie to get up too.

"Would you like for me to do the few dishes we got dirty, Steve?"

"No, I'll take care of it.  You need to get going to work."

"Steve, while you're taking care of her bathroom requirements I'm gonna
run upstairs and start gathering a few of Erin's things.  I'll put two
suitcases together for her, one for her clothes and toiletries, and the
other one with some of her toys.  After you put her panties and dress
back on come upstairs and get her things.  I can't take too long because
I've got to get going for work, but it's been a wonderful dinner.  I
can't thank you enough, Steve."

"Thanks, Stacy, and you're welcome, too.  We'll be up in just a minute."

My Momma left Mister Stevie's house real fast and then Mister Stevie and
me went to his potty.  I was feeling a little bit of tingles inside my
tummy, even though Mister Stevie didn't give me no tingles on my peepee
or even on my boobies.  I guess he wanted to hurry, so after he wiped my
peepee hole I didn't say nothing when he didn't give me no licks.

After he helped to put my dress and panties on we went to my house.  As
soon as we got there Momma was already waiting and showed Mister Stevie
where she put my stuff.

"Steve ... here's an extra front door key.  When you leave the last
time be sure and lock the door, okay?"

"Sure, Stacy.  Don't worry about a thing.  I'll take good care of your
little girl."

Before my Momma went to her work place I needed to ask her something.

"Momma?"

"Yes, Erin, what is it?  Hurry, Sweetie, 'cause I need to get going."

"If I get scared in the night time can I sleep with Mister Stevie?"

"Oh, Erin.  You're gonna make a pest of yourself, Honey.  Mister Steve
may not like to have a little heat magnet snuggled up to him all night
long, Angel."

"Does she really put off a lot of heat, Stacy?"

"Good gosh!  She's like a little steam generation plant on high, no
matter what time of year it is.  You're not actually considering letting
her hog your bed and steam you out of it, are you Steve?"

"Well ... to be honest I'm pretty cold natured and would love to have a
little heating plant close by."

"Then you two will be perfectly matched.  She's got more heat than you
could imagine, and even more than that to spare.  As long as you don't
mind, Steve, then the only thing you'll need to worry about is her
wetting the bed.  If she drinks too much after eight she'll wake up in a
reverse water-bed.  Believe me ... it isn't pleasant to wake up with
the smell of urine wafting up from under the sheets first thing in the
morning.  I know!"

"I'll either keep a diaper on her or I'll take her to the potty on a
regular schedule.  I shouldn't have any problems."

"Good luck!  Okay ... I've got to get going.  What time do I come pick
her up tomorrow morning, Steve?"

"What time are you up, Stacy?"

"Well ... "

"Come on, Stacy.  Just tell me."

"By the time I have a few hours of sleep I should be up and around by
noon.  Is that too late?"

"Not at all.  See you at noon, then."

"Are you sure I'm not going to interfere with your new work schedule?"

"Not at all!  I work at home on my computer, and all I have to do is set
it up this next week so I can start to earn a living again."

"And Erin won't get in the way, Steve?"

"Not if she's on my lap, she won't."

"NO, Steve!  You're gonna spoil her rotten!"

When I looked at Mister Stevie's face he was looking at my Momma like he
did when he was looking at me with his Daddy face.  My Momma got quiet
for a tiny minute and then she didn't talk so loud no more.

"I guess I know better than to argue, huh, Steve?  As soon as I leave
you're gonna do what you want anyway, right?"

"Sounds reasonable."

My Momma got a big smile, her face got all red, and then she talked all
nice to Mister Stevie again.

"Thanks, Steve.  I really appreciate all you're doing."

"Don't worry about it, Stacy.  I'm the one who's thrilled, remember?"

"Personally I think you're crazy.  Gotta go.  G-nite, Erin.  Nite
Steve."

"Nite, Momma."

"Nite, Stacy."

As soon as my Momma closed the front door Mister Stevie and I went to my
room to get my stuff.  Just like my Momma said she put a bunch of stuff
in two moving bags.  Mister Stevie got one of them, carried me with his
other hand under my dress and holding my bummy like before, and then we
went back to his house.  After we got both bags he locked my front door
and we went to his house one more time.  I felt so happy after we got to
his house 'cause we were gonna have lots of fun playing, and reading,
and doing all sorts of neat stuff.

The first thing that Mister Stevie did was put my stuff in his bedroom.
He even let me use one big and two small drawers of his furniture close
to the floor so I could reach my clothes.  My toys went into a big empty
box that was sitting close to his closet, and as soon as it was all
filled up I helped Mister Stevie push my new toy box inside.  His closet
was even bigger than mine and I liked how much room Mister Stevie had.
If Mister Stevie would let me I wanted to make a new fort inside his
closet so we could play a bunch of games like castle or hideout all by
ourselves.

After all the kitchen stuff was done I pulled on Mister Stevie's hands
and wanted to play with him some.  I didn't know when he was gonna make
me take a bath, but I needed to hurry so we could play some more.

"Come on, Mister Stevie!  We gotta play some."

"Okay, Sweetie.  We'll play any game you want."

"Honest, Mister Stevie?  Any game ... for real?"

"All you have to do is ask."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Erin?"

"Can we play the special tingles game?"

"Which one as that, Erin?"

"That's the one where you take all my clothes off and put me on your bed
so I can see the roof part, and then I get my legs way apart so you can
sit between them, and then you gotta give me licks and kisses and a
whole bunch of neat tingles until I say."

"And how long do you want to play *that* game, Sweetie?"

I felt a little bit sad 'cause Mister Stevie may not want to play for
like a super long time, but I needed to 'cause I didn't have a super
best friend like Mister Stevie for a long time and pretty soon he was
gonna make me take a bath.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are you gonna get mad at me if I wanna play that game for like a super
long time ... until we have to go sleepy?"

"No, Angel.  I won't get mad."

"Then ... I wanna play the special licking game until I get that jumpy
horsey feeling a bunch of times."

"Really?  A bunch of times, huh?"

"Uh huh!  You said we could play what I wanted, right Mister Stevie?"

"Yes I did, Angel."

"So ... can we play that super neat tingle game with lots of licks and
stuff until I get that jumpy horsey feeling again ... lots of times?
You can even make those funny squishy sounds with your finger inside my
peepee if you want to."

"Sure, Kitten.  We can play that game as much as you want to."

"Then help me take all my clothes off, Mister Stevie!  I wanna feel that
neat super tingle jumpy horsey feeling again!"

But Mister Stevie didn't help me get undressed right away.

"Erin?"

"Uh huh?"

"May I get undressed a little bit too?  I'm kinda hot wearing my shirt
and pants right now."

"Do you wanna be in your panties too, Mister Stevie?"

"For a little while."

"Kay!  I don't mind, Mister Stevie, 'cause you're my boyfriend now."

After I told Mister Stevie that he was my boyfriend he smiled super big
and helped me take my dress off, and then my sandals, and then my
panties.  After all my clothes were off he put them on a chair close to
his big closet and then came back close to the bed.

"Do you want to help me get a little bit undressed, Erin?"

"Kay!  I like that."

"Why, Kitten?"

"Because we're playing dress-up and stuff."

"That's right, Angel.  We're gonna play dress up, and take a bath, and
pretend to play house, and even pretend to sleep together like we were
married and in love."

I liked all those games a whole lot.

"Stand up on my bed and get close to the edge, but don't slip on the
edge, Honey."

"Kay."

I did just like Mister Stevie said and then helped him take his shirt
off.  After that I sat down on his bed and helped him undo his pants so
we could take them off next.  His pants came off super easy and just
fell down on the floor by themselves after I pulled his zipper down.

"Would you like to help me take my socks off, Erin?"

"Kay!"

"Then, scoot over on the bed and let me sit next to you."

Mister Stevie got on his bed and made his legs go way apart like I did
when he was giving me lots of peepee kisses and licks.  I wanted to play
our game like super fast so I got between his legs and helped him take
his socks off.  As soon as I took them both off and put them on the
floor where his pants were I saw his panties sticking up a little bit in
the middle part.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Erin?"

"What do you got in your panties?"

"Boys call them shorts, Angel."

"Oh.  What do you got in your shorts, Mister Stevie?"

"What do *you* have in your panties right there, Sweetie?"

I looked down where my peepee was and then looked where his shorts were
sticking up a little bit.  I didn't really know, except maybe that's
where his peepee was like mine.

"Is that where your peepee is, Mister Stevie?"

"That's right, Angel.  That's where it is."

"How come yours sticks up like that?  Mine doesn't."

"Has your mommy told you the difference between what girls and boys look
like inside their underwear, Angel?"

I had to think hard for a tiny minute and then I really did remember.

"Oh, yeah.  I remember now, Mister Stevie."

"What did she say?"

"She said that girls got a slit and a hole underneath ... like where
you put your finger inside my peepee hole where the baby comes out when
I turn into a mommy ... and boys got a thing that sticks out kinda like
a finger, only with a hole in it so they can go pee out of it."

"That's very good, Angel.  You're right."

"Is that what you got, Mister Stevie?  You got a finger with a hole in
it so you can go pee?"

"That's right, Sweetie.  Boys call it different things, but you can call
it whatever you want."

"Can I call it a peepee too, Mister Stevie, like mine?"

"Sure, Angel, but you have to remember what your mommy said about not
talking about stuff like that to nobody else, okay?  Will you remember
that forever?"

"Uh huh!  I promise I won't talk about your peepee and my peepee and all
that stuff, Mister Stevie."

"Good girl."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Erin?"

"Can I see what your peepee looks like?"

"As long as you promise never to tell nobody ... including your mommy,
then you can see what it looks like as much as you want.  Besides,
you're letting me see *your* peepee as much as I want, right?"

"Uh huh!  You can look at my peepee *all* the time, Mister Stevie!"

"Thank you, Sweetie.  That's very nice."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can I see it now?"

"You have to help me take my shorts off first."

"Kay!"

Mister Stevie laid down on his bed and then smiled at me really big.  I
remember how he helped me pull my panties down, so I got really close to
him on my knees and then put my fingers inside the springy part of his
shorts on his body.  His peepee was sticking up really far and looked
like it was super hard, so I helped Mister Stevie take his shorts off
really slow.  As soon as I got to where it was sticking up Mister Stevie
talked really soft to me.

"You need to pull my shorts up a little bit into the air so you can get
them over my peepee, Erin.  Don't worry if you make it move, 'cause it
bends a little bit."

Just like Mister Stevie said I pulled his shorts up really high in the
air and made his peepee bend a little bit.  It took a little while but I
was able to pull his shorts over his peepee and when I saw how big it
was I just stopped and looked for a really long time.  Mister Stevie
must have seen inside my head 'cause he pushed his shorts down all by
himself after that.

Mister Stevie's peepee looked kinda strange, but also kinda neat.  It
was long and pink and had a big round part on top that looked like a
round soldier's hat like in the army, except it was pink and not green.

I don't know why I needed to but I had to touch it like Mister Stevie
touched my peepee, so I put my fingers on it and tried to pet it like it
was a kitty or a bunny.  It felt soft a little bit but also hard inside.
I was scared to touch it too much 'cause I didn't want to hurt Mister
Stevie, so I pulled my hand back and just looked at his face.

"It's okay, Angel.  You can touch it as much as you want to.  If you'd
like you can put your whole hand around it and squeeze a little bit, and
your can even use both hands at the same time."

"It won't hurt if I squeeze it, Mister Stevie?"

"No, Angel.  As long as you do it slowly and don't be mean then you can
touch it and rub it and squeeze it a little bit as much as you want to.
You can even rub it up and down like you were making a stick go in the
sand in the playground."

After I started to touch it and rub it a little bit Mister Stevie got
this super big smile on his face and just watched me.  It felt neat to
play our new game and I was gonna play with Mister Stevie's peepee as
much as he played with mine.

When I was rubbing his peepee up and down and squeezing it all around I
saw a tiny bit of pee start to come out of the hole at the end and I
stopped 'cause I thought he needed to go pee.

"Do you gotta go potty, Mister Stevie?"

"No, Angel.  That stuff coming out isn't pee."

"It isn't?"

"No."

"What is it, then?"

"It's the magic stuff that comes out when little girls make my peepee
feel really nice."

"It isn't pee?"

"No, Angel.  It isn't."

"What's it for?"

"It helps to make my peepee all slippery so when I wanna practice making
babies it makes it really easy to go in and out."

"In and out of what, Mister Stevie?"

"Has your mommy ever told you how babies are made, Angel?"

"Maybe one time, but I don't remember."

"Do you remember that special hole that you've got inside your peepee?"

"Yeah?"

"That's where babies come out when you're a mommy."

"Really?  But my hole is really super small and babies are big."

"When you grow up as old as your mommy then your peepee hole grows up
too, and it stretches enough so the baby can come out.  That's how it
happens all the time."

"How do you put the baby in there, Mister Stevie?"

"Well ... when I wanna practice making babies with you all the time my
peepee goes inside your peepee and we make it go back and forth until it
feels good.  Do you remember when I put my finger inside your peepee?"

"Uh huh."

"And do you remember how my finger made the inside of your peepee all
wet and slippery when it went in and out a whole bunch?"

"Uh huh.  I remember all the funny squishy sounds your finger made when
it went in and out a lot."

"That's what's supposed to happen when I put my peepee inside your
peepee, Angel.  Your peepee gets all wet and my peepee gets all wet, and
then it goes in and out really super easy, and it feels really good for
a long time if I do it right.  If I do a really super good job I can
even give you lots of those super good tingles like before."

"Like the jumpy horsey game, Mister Stevie?"

"That's right, Angel.  Just like that."

"Are we gonna practice making babies, Mister Stevie?  Are you gonna put
your peepee inside my peepee hole?"

"I'm not sure if I can fit inside your peepee hole, Sweetie.  I'm kinda
big for a tiny little girl like you."

"But you said I was a *big* girl, Mister Stevie!  You even told my Momma
when we were gonna eat the pizza."

"That's true, Angel, but your peepee hole might need to stretch a little
bit until you're old enough like your mommy."

"Can you make it stretch enough, Mister Stevie?  I wanna try to practice
making a baby, okay?"

"I can make it stretch, Angel, but before we can do that you have to
help make some of my special powers get activated."

"I get to help activate your special powers ... like in the cartoons?"

"Uh huh!"

"How do I do that?"

"After I take a bath and get all clean you need to give my peepee kisses
and licks like I give you.  After a little while you need to put your
lips around the end of my peepee and suck on it like it was a popsicle
until some of the special powers start to come out."

"Will your special powers make your peepee juice come out a little bit,
Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh.  It sure will."

"And that's not bad for me?"

"Not at all, Erin.  That juice helps special little girls to grow up
really healthy, and it makes their insides grow up properly if the
little girl puts lots of that juice inside her tummy."

"Really???"

"Uh huh.  And if you do it a lot it will make me feel really good."

"Like you make the tingles inside my peepee and tummy and boobies?"

"Uh huh!  Just like that.  But there's something else that you need to
do after that?"

"What?"

"There's a very special cream that only special little girls get to see
or taste when they're helping their secret boyfriends get the special
power.  That special cream isn't bad, but it might taste funny the first
few times until you get used to it kinda like some new vegetables that
your mommy wants you to eat."

"Your special cream tastes like vegetables, Mister Stevie?"

"No, Sugar.  I was just using that as an example."

"What does your special cream taste like?"

"I guess the closest thing would be kinda like salty milk."

"Like milk?"

"Yeah ... kinda like that."

"OH!  I like milk, Mister Stevie."

"Good!  When that special juice starts to come out you have to remember
to suck really good and then swallow and swallow and swallow so the
cream goes inside your tummy and helps to make the special power get
bigger.  After that you can make it come out as much as you want to and
it will help me have even better special powers so I can help give you a
whole bunch of super good jumpy horsey tingles."

"Reeee-leeeee?"

"Uh huh.  I'll bet that's kinda scary 'cause you're still just a little
girl, huh, Erin?  When you get older you can do that a lot."

"Can't I do that right now, Mister Stevie?  I'm getting to be a big girl
a whole bunch."

"Are you sure you're ready for that, Angel?  It's kind of a big thing
for you to do at your age, and it might make you a little bit scared."

"Please, Mister Stevie?  I'm not scared."

"Are you sure, Erin?"

"Uh huh!  Please, Mister Stevie?"

"Well ... I guess so."

"Kew-wull!"

"First I need to go take a bath so I can be all clean for you."

"But, I didn't take a bath when you licked *my* peepee and gave me lots
of good jumpy horsey feelings, Mister Stevie."

"That's true."

"Then ... can I do it now?"

"I tell you what.  Why don't you kiss and lick it for a little while and
see if I need to take a bath first."

"What do I do first?"

"Come sit on my chest facing my feet."

"How come I gotta sit on your chest, Mister Stevie?"

"In order for this to work right I have to see your bummy, and peepee,
and bummy hole, and peepee hole, and even touch both of them and lick a
little bit.  If I don't see your bummy hole and peepee hole I won't know
if you're ready."

"Can you kiss my bummy and peepee and lick my bummy and peepee holes and
that special tingle bump inside my peepee crack too?"

"If you want me to, sure!"

"Kay!"

It was gonna be so neat to play our new game.  Mister Stevie knew *lots*
of new games that were fun.

I got on my feet, moved to where Mister Stevie's face was, and then I
bent down so my bummy and peepee were on top of his body close to his
face.  It felt funny for me to sit so close to his face like that, even
with my bare bummy really close to his mouth.  After I thought about it
for a tiny minute I remembered how Mister Stevie put his whole mouth on
my peepee underneath and between my legs, and when he licked my bummy
and bummy hole a whole bunch, so after that it didn't seem so strange no
more.

Mister Stevie helped me move my legs and my bummy around until I was
really sitting on his body with my bummy right next to his face.  Then I
looked down and saw his big peepee sticking up, and I wanted my new best
friend to be happy, so I put my hands on his tummy and laid down forward
until my face got really close to his big peepee.

"Just go slow, Erin.  There's no need to hurry, 'cause we've got all
night to play any game you want."

"Even if I wanted to play the baby making game?"

"We'll see.  You have to help me create the magic powers first and make
lots of that special cream come out, or it won't work."

"Kay!  I'll do it good, Mister Stevie."

"Just rub it and squeeze it and play with it as much as you want to
first.  After it feels good in your hands you can start to kiss and lick
and suck on my peepee anywhere you want."

"Even on the wet part on top?"

"Uh huh!  Remember, Angel, that stuff isn't bad for you at all.  When
the special cream comes out you have to remember to suck and swallow and
swallow and swallow some more, okay?  You have to keep swallowing so it
can go all the way inside your tummy."

"Oh!  I almost forgot, Mister Stevie.  Okay.  I'll do it now."

Just like Mister Stevie said I started to rub and play with his peepee
and liked the way it felt hard and soft and hot all at the same time.
The really neat part was when I could put my fingers all the way around
the top part and squeeze a little bit, 'cause Mister Stevie would make
those happy sounds like he was being a baby for a tiny minute.  He
sounded a little bit funny when he went "uuuhhhh" and "mmmmmm" and stuff
like that.

Since I was helping to make him feel good and make those magic powers
start I knew I was being a good girl and kept rubbing and squeezing and
playing with his peepee a whole bunch.  After a little while I wasn't
all scared no more and put my lips close to his peepee and just kissed
it super soft.  It felt a little bit hot for a tiny minute and then made
my mouth cold where his magic wet stuff was coming out.  When I licked
my lips a tiny bit I was scared for a tiny minute 'cause I thought it
might taste bad like pee, but it didn't.  It was a tiny bit salty like a
super good popcorn at the theater but a little bit different like milk,
and I liked the way it tasted so I put my lips on the end of his peepee
again to taste it one more time.

After I licked my lips again I knew Mister Stevie was the bestest friend
in the whole world 'cause he didn't tell me any bad things at all.  All
of the things that he said was true, and I knew that all of the other
things that he told me was also true.

I felt all better after that, so I put my lips on his peepee and opened
my mouth a tiny bit so I could lick right on his peepee hole like he
licked my peepee hole.  It felt really neat 'cause his peepee was all
soft and hot and I liked the way my tummy got all tingly when I did all
that stuff.  I didn't know it right away but Mister Stevie was starting
to kiss and lick my peepee too, so we were gonna do our peepee kissing
and licking game at the same time together.

It made me feel really good when Mister Stevie started to lick right on
my peepee hole, so I started to lick his peepee hole too.  When Mister
Stevie put his whole mouth on my peepee and sucked on my soft fat parts
so my peepee was going inside his mouth I wanted to make him feel good
too, so I opened my mouth even a whole lot and put the big fat part of
his peepee inside my mouth.  It wasn't all gross like I thought, so I
started to lick his peepee inside my mouth like he was licking my peepee
inside his mouth.

Pretty soon I could feel a lot of those tingle feelings starting to come
into my tummy and peepee, and those jumpy horsey feelings were making my
bummy and peepee go up and down too.  I was liking the feelings and felt
so good I pretended I was a horsey for Mister Stevie too and made my
mouth go up and down kinda slow.  He must have liked that feeling a
whole lot 'cause he held onto my legs and bummy really tight and licked
my peepee super super good.  That's when I got even more tingle feelings
and forgot all about everything except making me and Mister Stevie feel
really good together at the same time.

Before I could remember to say anything the super good jumpy horsey
feelings started to come again, and my tummy and bummy and legs and
peepee were moving all over the place on Mister Stevie's face.  It felt
so good for my new best friend to give me so many good tingle feelings
that we were gonna play our secret game all the time.

When the bestest tingle feelings started to make the jumpy horsey
feelings stop and made my whole body go stiff I grabbed Mister Stevie's
face with my legs and then felt my insides make a whole new tingle
feeling like my tummy and peepee were jumping inside, but not outside.
I don't remember having that feeling before, probably 'cause I went to
sleep so many times before, but I really liked it and I was glad that I
didn't fall asleep like the before times.

For a tiny minute I forgot all about making Mister Stevie feel good, but
he didn't get mad at me at all.  All he did was move his peepee in and
out of my mouth all by himself and pretended he was doing the jumpy
horsey thing using my mouth.  It felt funny but I didn't get mad or even
tried to make Mister Stevie stop 'cause we were best friends and we were
gonna play our special peepee licking game all the time from now on.

Mister Stevie started to move his peepee in and out of my mouth a little
bit faster and faster, but he didn't push inside my mouth super far so
it would hurt.  All Mister Stevie did was go a little bit inside my
mouth until the round part of his peepee was all the way on the back
part of my mouth, like I had a big sucker in my mouth.  That's when I
remembered what Mister Stevie told me about sucking and swallowing a
super whole bunch at the right time.  I didn't know when it was gonna be
the right time, but I wasn't scared no more 'cause Mister Stevie never
hurt me or made me do bad things.

After a tiny minute Mister Stevie started to make some funny grumpy bear
noises and was pushing into my mouth a whole bunch, so I started to
think that maybe it was gonna be close to the time when his jumpy horsey
feelings were gonna start too.  Pretty soon his body was starting to
push me into the air so I started to suck hard.  Just like Mister Stevie
told me to I sucked and swallowed over and over and over, but nothing
came out until Mister Stevie jumped and then gave me this super big hug
that was like the best in the whole world.  That's when I felt his
peepee start to jump and get hard really fast over and over, and then
his special cream came out.  I wanted to be the best little girl of all
for Mister Stevie, so I sucked and swallowed over and over again like he
said, and all of his magic cream went into my mouth and right into my
tummy like it was supposed to.

Mister Stevie kept doing the jumpy horsey thing with his peepee in my
mouth, so I kept sucking and swallowing over and over until he only
jumped a tiny bit like somebody was tickling him from his bummy over and
over again.  It felt neat to make Mister Stevie jump like that, so I
kept sucking and put his peepee in my mouth as far as it would go.  One
time when I pushed too hard I felt a tiny bit sicky so I didn't push no
more and only took it out a tiny bit.

The kisses and licks Mister Stevie was giving me slowed down a whole
bunch until all he was doing was giving me lots of slow long licks like
he was giving me rubs with his fingers only with his tongue.  It felt
nice and gave me a whole bunch of slow tingles, but they were good too.

For a super long time me and Mister Stevie kept doing the licking and
sucking game on each others' peepees and I just stayed there on his
tummy and didn't think of nothing about cleaning my room or eating pizza
or reading my book or nothing like that.  All I wanted to do for like a
super long time was just be with Mister Stevie and play the licking and
sucking game.

I wasn't even thinking about it and before I knew it my tummy and peepee
were starting to feel the jumpy horsey tingles again.  I didn't remember
being awake for so long from the last time Mister Stevie was licking me
a whole super lot, but I really liked it when he did it for a long time.
Just like the last time when we were doing the licking and sucking game
to each other at the same time I was feeling my tummy and peepee start
to tingle a super lot again and my legs and bummy and peepee were all
super jumpy again, just like the bestest feeling.

I didn't know it but I was pushing my peepee right into Mister Stevie's
mouth like I was riding one of those horsies at the carnival with my
Daddy, except nobody could see me pushing on the seat with my peepee
under my dress.  This time I was pushing on Mister Stevie's face with my
bare peepee and he could tell 'cause I was going up and down faster and
faster.  When I started to make the new baby noises again Mister Stevie
sucked on my super dooper tingle bump in my peepee crack and all of a
sudden my whole tummy and peepee got super tingly and I felt an even
better kind of new super good tingles as far inside my body as ever.

Of all the good feelings that my new best friend was giving me that day
that one was the best one.  Right after that I could think again so I
sucked on Mister Stevie's peepee and then swallowed until his peepee
went super far into my mouth.  I was so sleepy and tired that I didn't
think about it, but each time I swallowed a tiny bit more went inside.
That's when Mister Stevie started to feel the jumpy horsey tingle and
pushed his peepee inside my mouth back and forth a tiny bit.

It started to feel normal for Mister Stevie to push his peepee in my
mouth like that so I pretended to be asleep and just sucked and
swallowed over and over.  The next time I felt Mister Stevie's body
start to get all stiff and he pushed me in the air I knew what was gonna
happen and I did the sucking and licking thing and swallowed too.  It
made my new best friend in the whole world feel really good 'cause he
made a whole bunch of new grumpy bear sounds like "Mmmmmmmm" for a long
time.  I could even feel his noises in my peepee 'cause his mouth was
sucking on the soft part of my peepee really hard and he was pushing his
tongue inside my peepee hole a whole bunch.

Then Mister Stevie started to make a whole bunch of big grumpy bear
sounds and I remembered that he wanted me to suck and swallow over and
over, so I did.  Just like before Mister Stevie pushed his peepee in and
out of my mouth going faster and faster until I felt him starting to get
the jumpy horsey feelings again, like I did a little while too.  That's
when I sucked and swallowed really good and he gave me a whole bunch of
his special cream.  As soon as his special cream was going inside my
tummy I could already feel his special powers getting better and better.

Me and Mister Stevie were gonna be happy for a long time 'cause we could
play our private licking and sucking game as much as we wanted to, and I
could help him get all of his special powers so he could make my peepee
tingle super lots and get more jumpy horsey tingles all day long.

It took another long time, but after Mister Stevie gave me all of his
special cream the first time and he stopped doing the jumpy horsey
tingles he pushed on my body a little bit and made me take my mouth off
his peepee.  As soon as I pushed with my hands and got up he rolled me
on his bed and I fell on his blanket so I could see the roof part of his
house.

"Tee hee!  That was fun, Mister Stevie!"

"Mmmmmm, did you really like that, Kitten?  For real?"

"Oh, yeah, Mister Stevie!  I could feel your peepee in my mouth and it
jumped and made like this strange jumping thing over and over when your
special cream came out.  It felt nice."

"What did it taste like, Erin?  Was it bad?"

"Ohhh, NO, Mister Stevie!  You were right!  It only tasted a little bit
funny at first 'cause I never let nobody put their peepee in my mouth
before, but after that I liked it and I wanted to do it lots."

"Even now, Angel?  You still wanna do it after the two good jumpy horsey
feelings went all the way through your body?"

"Oh, YEAH!  Those were the best tingle feelings I ever felt, Mister
Stevie, and I wanna do that with you forever whenever I get to stay with
you.  Can we do that all the time, Mister Stevie?"

"You silly moppett.  After a while it won't seem all new, so we'll just
do it when you need to have lots of new tingles that you haven't felt in
a little while."

I felt super sad all of a sudden, like my best friend was gonna go away.

"Nooo, Mister Stevie!  I really wanna do it lots, okay?  Yawn."

Uh oh!  If Mister Stevie saw me getting a little bit tired he might make
me go to bed soon.

"Would you like for me to give you a nice bath, Angel?  I can shampoo
your hair and wash you in all your tickle places and even in all those
places that don't tickle.  Would you like that?"

"Can you take a bath with me, Mister Stevie?"

"I don't know, Angel.  Your mommy might not want me to take a bath with
you yet, 'cause we just met today."

"Please, Mister Stevie?  Yawn.  Please can we take a bath together?"

"Alright.  I guess it will be okay, 'cause you're getting a tiny bit
sleepy aren't you?"

"Not really.  Yawn."

"Okay ... let's get up and get a tubby so we can be clean."

"Kay."

When Mister Stevie picked me up and carried me to the bathroom I felt
like his little baby girl all over again.  His body was warm without any
of his clothes on and I liked the way he felt all soft.  I was starting
to get sleepy for real and kept my eyes closed until I heard the water
starting.  When I looked down into his tub I could see a whole bunch of
bubbles starting to get bigger and bigger and I had to smile.  My Momma
used to get bath bubbles a long time ago, but ever since my Daddy didn't
come home she didn't no more 'cause she said it cost a lot of money.

The first thing Mister Stevie did was help me go potty.  I got a tiny
bit scared when I felt a poopee coming out, but Mister Stevie didn't get
all mad or say I was stinky like my Momma does.  After all the poopees
came out and I also did my pee Mister Stevie wiped my peepee first and
then he wiped my bummy super good.  After he flushed the potty he held
me really tight and kissed me all super nice.

That made me feel good 'cause my Momma always says I'm super stinky and
she doesn't like to help me wipe my bummy hole really good.  She even
gets mad at me sometimes if I take too long 'cause it makes the stinky
smell get in our house, so I have to sit on the potty all by myself
lots.  Mister Stevie was the nicest Daddy in the whole world 'cause he
didn't make no bad words about my poopees smelling bad at all.

The tub was a super big one, kinda like a small swimming pool.  After
Mister Stevie got in and sat down it was easy to sit on his lap and hug
him a little bit too, 'cause my legs could bend and my bummy was on top
of Mister Stevie's legs.  It felt super good to hug Mister Stevie in the
water and I was gonna take a bath with Mister Stevie for like forever
from now on.  I could tell the water was gonna make me super sleepy
'cause it was nice and warm and the bubbles came all the way up to my
tummy and almost to my boobies.  It tickled when I felt the white
bubbles touching my body, but I liked the way Mister Stevie held me a
whole lot more.

Pretty soon the water was like super full and Mister Stevie turned me so
I was looking to where his feet were.  For a tiny little while Mister
Stevie rubbed me all over like he was washing me except without no soap.
My Momma never let me take a long time in the bathtub, but I could tell
Mister Stevie was gonna let me stay in there for a super long time.

After a while Mister Stevie started to put water on my hair, so I went
forward a little bit and let him do stuff.  It felt so nice for my new
best friend to wash my hair with lots of soapy stuff, 'cause it smelled
like strawberries and it felt like Mister Stevie was making me go to
sleep even faster with his soft fingers in my hair.  He took like a
super long time and after he was done Mister Stevie used a rinsing thing
with water coming out and took all the soapy stuff away.  Since my hair
wasn't long no more I didn't get none of the tangles stuff and waited
for the next part.

Mister Stevie's washing cloth was all super soft and his soap smelled
like flowers.  He let me wash my face around my eyes and then rinsed me
off so I didn't get no soap in my eyes for real.  Then Mister Stevie
washed my neck and my arms, and my back, and my boobies, and then he
made me stand up.  Mister Stevie washed my tummy, and my legs, and even
washed my feet one at a time, but he missed something.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"You didn't wash my peepee or my bummy."

"I know, Sweetie.  I'm gonna do that with my hands and fingers."

"OH!  My Momma never did that before."

"Would you let me do it, Angel?"

"Uh huh!"

"Okay ... let me do your peepee first.  I won't do it too long 'cause
we're gonna do something afterward."

"What's that?"

"You'll see."

It felt so nice for Mister Stevie to touch my peepee and wash me all
super slow.  My Momma was always in a hurry and sometimes she would hurt
me 'cause she was washing too fast, but not Mister Stevie.  He smiled a
whole bunch when he was rubbing my peepee, and my peepee hole, and my
peepee crack, and then that super dooper tingle spot in the top of my
peepee crack.  Mister Stevie looked at my face for a long time when he
was washing my really good tingle spot and he was starting to give me
lots of those nice peepee tingles that made me feel like the jumpy
horsey kind if he did it a lot.  When he took his finger away I got a
tiny bit sad.

"NO, Mister Stevie!  More rubs!"

"I will, Angel.  I'm gonna do something else now and then I'll give you
some more tingle rubs at the same time, okay?"

"You'll give me more super dooper tingles, Mister Stevie?"

"Yes I will, Angel.  Now ... turn around."

"Kay."

As soon as I turned around and put my feet on the outside of Mister
Stevie's legs he pushed on my back a tiny bit.

"Bend over, Sweetie.  I'm gonna wash the inside of your bummy now."

"Kay."

I did just like Mister Stevie said and put my hands on the outside of
his tub and leaned my face down a little bit.  It seemed funny that my
bummy was pointing in Mister Stevie's face, but he didn't get mad none
and started to tickle my bummy a little bit with his big finger.

"I'm gonna clean your bummy inside now, Angel.  Tell me if I push too
hard or make it hurt, okay?"

" kay "

Mister Stevie put his finger right on my bummy hole and wiggled it a
little bit, but he didn't make it hurt none.  I thought it would hurt
when he pushed his finger a little more, but I felt Mister Stevie's
finger starting to go inside my bummy hole, and it kinda felt good.
When he got his whole big finger inside my bummy hole where my poopies
come out he wiggled it around inside my bummy and it felt a little
strange, but also a lot better than before.  I must have made lots more
new baby noises, 'cause I could hear them in the bathroom.

It felt a whole lot better when Mister Stevie started to make his big
finger go in and out a whole lot, like his peepee did inside my mouth
like just before we started to take our bath together.  I liked it a
whole lot and didn't know I was pushing backward so my bummy was getting
closer to Mister Stevie's face.  Only when he told me to sit down did I
know where my bummy was.

"Sit down just like that, Angel.  If you want I can clean the inside of
your bummy with something else if you like how this feels."

"Yuh-yuh-yeah!  Please clean the inside of my bummy some more, Mister
Stevie.  You can do it lots."

Mister Stevie moved me backward a tiny bit, but he never took his big
finger out until I was almost sitting down.  But as soon as he took his
finger out and I felt all empty he pushed his peepee on my bummy hole
and I didn't feel empty no more.  Before I could say nothing his big
peepee was going inside my bummy hole where his big finger was, except
it didn't hurt none and made me feel all full and lots better than when
I was going poopee.

The whole time Mister Stevie held me and let my bummy come down he was
going really slow and super careful, like he knew I never had nothing
inside my bummy hole ever.  It was a new different kind of feeling for
his big peepee to go all the way inside my bummy hole, but I liked how
full it made me feel, like I needed to go super poopees, but a whole lot
better.  Even Mister Stevie was liking it a little bit 'cause one of his
hands went between my legs in front and he started to give me a whole
bunch of really soft rubs on my super dooper tingle bump and he kept
breathing really hard in my ear.

Pretty soon I could feel those super jumpy horsey tingles and I wanted
to jump up and down a tiny bit, like I really was riding a horsey.  He
liked me doing that and helped me to go up and down and that made his
peepee go inside my bummy hole over and over until it was feeling like
the best ever of any poopee in my whole life.  But what made it even
super better than that was Mister Stevie rubbing my super dooper tingle
bump in my peepee crack with his thumb when one of his big fingers was
going in and out of my peepee hole at the same time.

It was like super strange to feel both my peepee hole and bummy hole all
filled up like that, but I was really liking it and wanted to feel like
that all the time from now on forever, so I told Mister Stevie what was
in my head.

"More, Mister Stevie!  I like it lots!  Do it lots more!"

Mister Stevie was poking my bummy hole and sticking his finger all the
way inside my peepee hole so much that I didn't know he was playing with
my boobies and pink points too.  It felt so nice for him to put his big
hand over one of my boobies and hold me tight and then move his hand to
my other boobie and make my body stick close to his, so I put one of my
hands on the one that was holding my boobie and my other hand on his
hand that was rubbing and poking my peepee hole and let Mister Stevie
make all the neat feelings come back again.

The first time I felt that super good tingle come into my peepee hole my
tummy and my legs were doing the jumpy horsey thing too and I started to
make lots of new baby sounds like I needed to yell at somebody on the
playground like before.  That's when Mister Stevie started to make his
grumpy bear sounds in my ear, but I knew he was liking how it felt too
so I didn't get scared.  All I did was let him pick me up a little bit
and then pull me hard into his body so his peepee went all the way into
my bummy hole.

As soon as the best super tingle feeling started to come and all my
jumpy horsey feelings were making my legs and tummy jump around I felt a
whole new kind of tingle inside my tummy and I made a bigger yell come
out of my mouth.

"Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeee!!!"

Mister Stevie didn't say nothing or get mad and pulled me hard and gave
me this super big hug so we were all close and tight to each other.  It
really felt like Mister Stevie wanted to be my Daddy so I could be his
baby girl.  I liked how it felt for him to hold me all super tight and
give me the best tingle feelings in the whole world.  Everything was all
better like it was before my Daddy didn't come home no more, and I knew
Mister Stevie was gonna be the best pretend Daddy forever and ever.

For like a million years those new tingle feelings and better jumpy
horsey feelings went all over my body.  I never had that kind of tingle
before and the more it went inside my tummy and tickled all the way to
my peepee and bummy the more I felt my whole body going to sleep.  There
was like this super dreamy feeling for a long time and I could see a
little bit, but I couldn't say nothing or move my hands.  All I could do
was feel his peepee going inside my bummy hole for like over and over
and over and over, and then I felt his peepee start to jump and get hot
and do this strange growing and getting small super fast like it did in
my mouth.  It felt so nice for his peepee to make so many big and small
jumpy feelings inside my bummy, and I knew I was gonna be playing our
new special game with Mister Stevie all the time from now on.

After Mister Stevie made a whole bunch of grumpy bear sounds and pulled
me tight to his body he started to not hug me so tight.  He didn't take
his peepee out of my bummy hole and he didn't take his big finger out of
my peepee hole neither, but he didn't lift me up in the air and then
fill my bummy hole so much really fast.  Even though he wasn't like
doing the cleaning thing inside my bummy hole no more it still felt good
and really super hot inside my bummy hole.  I liked it a whole lot and I
was gonna ask Mister Stevie to clean my bummy hole as much as he wanted
to with his peepee from now on.  Since I made only one poopee a day I
didn't know if Mister Stevie wanted to clean my bummy hole like all the
time, but if I told him that it would help me to be clean, even if I
didn't go poopee, then maybe he would help to clean my bummy hole as
much as I asked.

For a super long time I could see and hear stuff in Mister Stevie's
bathtub, but I couldn't move none.  I didn't care 'cause all I wanted
was for Mister Stevie to hold me, and clean my bummy hole with his
peepee, and make all the nice tingle feelings come over and over again.
Mister Stevie rubbed my boobies and played with my pink bumps all super
soft like maybe he was scared to hurt them or something.  It felt nice
when he did that 'cause I knew my new best friend and pretend Daddy
would never hurt me none nowhere.

My tummy and bummy and legs were still doing a little bit of the jumpy
horsey tingles and moving around all by themselves for a long time
'cause Mister Stevie kept rubbing my super dooper tingle bump and pushed
his finger inside my peepee hole super far.  It felt strange for my own
body to be doing that 'cause each time my bummy would move up and down
Mister Stevie's peepee would go in and out too.  I liked how it felt and
I didn't mind if my bummy was doing stuff all by itself 'cause I liked
how Mister Stevie's peepee made my bummy hole feel all full like I had
to go poopee, but I didn't really.

I wasn't even a tiny bit scared that maybe Mister Stevie was gonna
forget that I might be super tender on my tingle bump 'cause he didn't
rub super hard.  He just went all slow and kept giving me lots more slow
tingles both on my super dooper tingle bump in my peepee crack and even
inside my peepee hole with his big finger until it filled my whole body
with this super warm tingly feeling that I never had before.  Even when
he was pushing his finger in and out of my peepee hole over and over
again I didn't mind, 'cause he didn't do it too fast or push super hard
or nothing.  Of everybody in the whole world Mister Stevie was the best
pretend Daddy of them all 'cause he wanted to let me be his baby girl
and wash my bummy hole super lots and make sure I was all clean and he
even gave me super lots of tingles inside my peepee too, even though I
don't think it was dirty like my bummy hole was.

It felt all dreamy for a long time and I liked being on top of Mister
Stevie's tummy for so long.  My Momma never let me stay in the tub as
long as Mister Stevie did and I was gonna be sure and keep our tubby
game a super good secret so my Momma wouldn't get mad.  Even after I was
all clean on the outside of my body and the inside of my bummy a super
lot Mister Stevie kept giving me this super slow rub all over.  It
seemed like he was just giving me a pretend bath 'cause he didn't use
the soap or the towel or nothing but his hands and the bubbles and the
water in the tub.  I liked the way Mister Stevie gave me a bath and I
was gonna ask him to give me a bath for like every night forever.

In the middle of my dreamy-awake feeling I heard Mister Stevie push on
the water thing so the tub could empty.  All I could think about was our
bath going to end and I made another sad baby sound so Mister Stevie
knew I didn't want to get out.

"Nuuuuuhhhhh!!!"

"It's okay, Angel.  I'll give you a bath again really soon, but for
right now we have to get out, dry off, and then watch a little bit of TV
so you can get all sleepy.  When you're good and sleepy then I'll take
you to bed so you can get some rest."

"Nooooo, Mister Stevie!  No sleepy!  Play with my bummy and peepee!"

"You silly little moppett.  You're almost asleep right now, Angel."

"Nooooo, Mister Stevie!  I can ... yawn ... stay up lots, okay?"

"Alright ... I tell you what.  Why don't we get all rinsed off and then
dry, and after that we'll just sit on my couch and talk for a little
while so you can tell me what we're gonna do after that, okay?"

I couldn't help it when I yawned and talked at the same time.

"Ahhhhh-kay."

"That's my good girl.  I'm gonna rinse us off just like this, so don't
get up just yet.  After I rinse the soap off your body I need to let you
sit on the potty for just a minute."

" kay "

Just like Mister Stevie said he used a hose thing to rinse us off and
took all the soapy suds away.  It looked neat to see all the bubbles
come off my body, and I watched Mister Stevie make everything come off
like he was playing.  I even giggled a little bit 'cause it looked and
felt funny for him to make the bubbles go away a little bit at a time.

Pretty soon all of the bubbles were gone from my feet and around the
edges of the tub, so it was time for us to get up, except Mister Stevie
didn't lift me up and take his peepee out of my bummy hole.  What he did
was hold me super tight between my legs and then moved around a little
bit until he was standing up.  For a tiny minute I felt like I was gonna
fall, but he put one of his hands on my boobies after he was standing up
and I didn't feel scared no more.

It felt strange but fun for Mister Stevie to hold me between my legs on
my peepee and keep his peepee inside my bummy hole, but it also felt
really nice and I liked the new tingles he was giving me so much.  Then
Mister Stevie whispered into my ear all super soft.

"Do you want me to take my peepee out of your bummy hole, or does it
kinda feel good like this?"

"It feels good, Mister Stevie.  Can you leave it inside and make all the
super good tingles stay there?"

"Sure, Angel, I can do that.  Put your feet on the edge of the tub and
stand up only a tiny bit so I can dry both of us together.  As long as
you hold your legs just right we can stay like this and I'll hold your
body so you won't fall down for as long as you want."

"As long as I ... yawn ... want to, Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh."

"Even when we ... yawn ... go to bed, for real?"

"Uh huh, even then."

"Kay.  I want you to keep your peepee in my bummy all night then."

"Such a good little girl.  Okay ... after you go pee one more time then
we can go to bed and I'll leave it in your bummy all night."

"Kay.  Thanks ... yawn ... Mister Stevie."

It seemed like a dream all over again when Mister Stevie used a big huge
towel to dry me first and then him too.  Just like he said Mister Stevie
took me to his potty, but he didn't put me on the seat like front-ways
and held me tight to his body and helped me lift my feet so I could sit
on the potty the other way around.  I was too sleepy to say nothing
right away 'cause I also knew Mister Stevie was a smart Daddy and knew
everything.

As soon as I was close to the big plastic seat and my feet were on the
back part I felt Mister Stevie take his peepee out of my bummy hole.

"NOOOOO, Mister Stevie!!!  You said you were gonna "

"It's okay, Erin!  It's okay!  I'll put it right back, but you need to
go potty for just a minute first.  After you go potty then I'll put it
back in, I promise."

"You promise, Mister Stevie?  For real?  You'll put it back in?"

"Uh huh!  For real.  I'll put it back in."

"Okay.  But you can't keep it out for like a super long time, okay?"

"Okay, Princess.  I'll put it right back in as soon as you're done."

" kay "

I thought Mister Stevie was gonna leave me on the potty all by myself,
but he stayed right behind me and put his peepee under my bummy and held
me tight so we were close together.  As soon as I heard Mister Stevie
start to go pee I felt better and all of a sudden I started to go pee
too.  Even while I was going pee I felt my bummy hole open up a tiny bit
and heard a bunch of wet poopees come out and go where our pee was
going.  It felt good for my poopees to come out at the same time as my
pee 'cause I knew I didn't need to get up at night none after that.

Just like Mister Stevie said after he wiped my peepee first and then my
bummy hole and put the super soft paper in the potty.  I didn't know he
was gonna put me back in the tub to give me a tiny bath only on my bummy
hole, and when I was all clean he washed his peepee with soap.  After we
were all clean and he used the rinse thing to make the soap go away
Mister Stevie turned me around and he started to rub his peepee against
my bummy hole and it went back in super easy.  It was a strange feeling
for his peepee to go inside my bummy hole so easy, but it also felt
really nice after it was all the way inside again.  I knew Mister Stevie
was the best pretend Daddy in the whole world 'cause he always did what
he said he was gonna do to make me feel good and he didn't hurt me none.

After he flushed he potty he put the big towel that he used to dry us on
his silver metal thing next to the tub and then he carried me with his
peepee in my bummy hole all the way to his kitchen.  It felt super funny
for him to carry me like that and couldn't stop a giggle.

"Tee Hee!  This is fun, Mister Stevie!"

"I'm glad you like our new games, Angel.  As long as you don't tell
nobody about the way we play our special games or how you make my
special powers get super strong then we can do all this fun stuff as
much as you want."

"Thanks, Mister Stevie."

"You're welcome, Angel.  Would you like a tiny sip of water or juice
before we go to bed?"

"But ... my Momma says I can't drink nothing before I go to bed or I'll
wet the bed, Mister Stevie."

"I promise I'll help you learn how to not wet the bed, okay Angel?"

"For real, Mister Stevie?"

"As long as you do what I say and continue to be a big girl, then you'll
be a real big good girl soon and you won't wet the bed ever again."

"Reee-leeeee?  Never again?"

"Uh huh!  So ... water or juice?"

"Can I have some juice, Mister Stevie?"

"Sure, Angel.  Juice it is.  Now ... put your feet behind you a little
bit and pretend you're a crab or a spider so you can hold onto me even
when you're backward."

"That's funny, Mister Stevie.  Okay!  I'll try."

Just like Mister Stevie said I hooked my feet backward around his body
close to where his bummy was and I squeezed super tight.  I could really
feel like I was helping to hold on, so I giggled and also held him
around his head with my hands over my head too.

"Tee Hee!  You're fun, Mister Stevie!  You do *lots* of fun things."

"Here you go, Angel.  You can have a nice long sip of juice."

Mister Stevie gave me a little glass that was bigger than anything my
Momma would let me drink before I went to bed.  I liked to drink grape
juice, but since my Daddy didn't come home no more me and my Momma
didn't get to have lots of nice stuff to eat or drink no more.  Now that
I was Mister Stevie's pretend little girl and he was my pretend Daddy I
was gonna get to drink lots of juice and eat more fun food like pizza
and everything.

After Mister Stevie had a drink too he carried me out of the kitchen,
turned all the lights off, and then he carried me super tight to his
body all the way to his bedroom.  Even though I didn't want to really
say it I really did feel a little bit sleepy.

Mister Stevie was super gentle and helped me get in bed with him under
his blanket and sheet, and pretty soon he was laying behind me all super
close and holding me nice and tight.  I never felt so happy in my whole
life, even when my real Daddy let me sleep with him when I was scared of
the thunders and the monsters.  Now that Mister Stevie was gonna be my
pretend Daddy and always made the tingles come and gave me a whole bunch
of jumpy horsey feelings in my peepee and the super full feeling in my
bummy I was gonna be happy again.  Just before I was super asleep I
heard Mister Stevie whisper in my ear from behind.

"Will you let me give you lots of slow tingles for a long time, Erin?"

"Mmm hmmm!"

"Okay.  I'll push my peepee into your bummy super slow and I won't make
the super jumpy horsey tingles come back until you tell me.  Just go to
sleep and I'll make you feel good for a super long time, even in your
dreams."

I almost couldn't talk, but I needed to say something.

"In my dreams, Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh!  You're gonna have lots of nice dreams from now on, 'cause I'm
gonna make the tingle feelings come into your dreams too.  Now ... just
lie still and I'll make the slow tingles last a super long time."

" kay "

Just like Mister Stevie said he made his peepee go in and out of my
bummy hole over and over and over again super slow.  It felt super good
and didn't even feel like he was trying to give me the jumpy horsey
tingles like he said.  It was a new kind of nice feeling, like maybe he
was giving me a new kind of tingle that was supposed to give me nice
feelings to help me sleep but not make my bummy and tummy and legs jump.

I liked it so much that I pushed my bummy back so I could feel his
peepee go super far inside my bummy hole.  That's when Mister Stevie put
his hand between my legs in front and started to rub my super dooper
tingle bump in my peepee crack with his thumb and he also put his big
finger inside my peepee hole too.  Then Mister Stevie pushed his other
hand under my pillow and started to play with my boobies all soft and
even put his whole hand over them like he was protecting them.  That's
when I knew Mister Stevie was gonna be my best protector in the whole
world, even more better than my real Daddy.

My eyes were already closed for like a long time and I was super sleepy
a whole lot, but I could feel and hear everything that Mister Stevie was
doing with my bummy and my peepee and I could even feel lots of nice
tingles on my boobies when he rubbed them all soft.  Even with us being
in bed like we were supposed to be asleep Mister Stevie didn't stop
touching me and giving me lots of super good and slow tingle feelings
for a super dooper long time.  I smiled a whole bunch for a long time
'cause I knew Mister Stevie was happy with me being his pretend little
girl and I was super happy that he was gonna be my pretend Daddy and
best friend and he was gonna play with me for a long long time.

The next time I thought I was dreaming, but I really wasn't.  Mister
Stevie was carrying me to his potty but his peepee wasn't inside my
bummy no more and I didn't like that.

"Nnnuuuuhhh!!!"

"What, Kitten?  What's wrong?"

"Play, Mister Stevie!"

"But it's night-time, Angel.  We're supposed to be in bed and sleeping.
Don't you want to get a good night's rest so we can play tomorrow too?"

"Noooo, Mister Stevie!  Peepee and bummy play."

"Ohhh!  I see.  Okay, Angel.  After we both go potty for just a minute
then we'll get back in bed so we can play some more."

"Hurry, Mister Stevie.  It feels good."

"Okay, Princess.  As soon as we're finished going potty we'll play our
special tingle game again."

" kay "

Just like Mister Stevie said he helped me go pee and then a tiny bit of
wet poopees, and then even with me sitting in front of his legs Mister
Stevie went pee underneath my bummy.  I didn't even think about it and
was just glad that he was holding me super close to him so I didn't feel
like I was gonna fall down.  I liked it when Mister Stevie took good
care of me 'cause I always felt like he was protecting me.

After Mister Stevie wiped my peepee hole and then my bummy hole too he
flushed the potty, cleaned me with a baby wipe so I didn't get no
poopies or pee on nothing, and then he carried me back to his bed like a
real baby.  It felt so good to be his baby that I was gonna pretend to
be his baby for a long time forever, even if my momma didn't want me to.
Lots of times she didn't like me to act like a baby, but I needed to so
me and Mister Stevie could play lots.

Mister Stevie's bed felt so soft, and warm, and super thick like a
really nice pillow, and I liked it a whole bunch more than my dumb old
bed.  My bed was super small and hard and I could feel the bottom part
of the bed sticking in my back and bummy every time I moved.  There were
sticks, or boards, or something like wires poking up underneath mine, so
none of it was all soft and smooth like Mister Stevie's.  I don't care
what my Momma says, but I'm gonna tell her I wanna sleep with Mister
Stevie from now on, 'cause his bed is super better than mine.

By the time Mister Stevie covered us up and pulled me close to him I was
almost gonna fall asleep and start dreaming again, except he didn't do
what I said that made me feel good.  In a super soft baby voice I talked
to him and I was hoping that he wouldn't get mad at me like my Momma
does if I wake her up at night.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Are you gonna do the peepee and bummy thing now?"

"Do you really like that, Angel?  I mean ... really?"

"Uh huh!  For real, Mister Stevie!"

"Why, Precious?  Why do you like it so much?"

"I dunno.  I guess 'cause it makes me feel all super protected like you
are my for-real Daddy and you covered me all up with your arms and hands
and even with your peepee in my bummy."

"But that doesn't tell me why you like me to put my peepee in your bummy
hole all the time.  Why does *that* feel good to you?"

"I guess 'cause it makes me feel all tingly inside without having to
move or get jumpy or even stuff like that."

"So ... you like it 'cause it gives you lots of good feelings and you
don't have to do anything to feel those nice tingles inside?"

"Uh huh.  Like that."

"And you don't mind if I wanna do it even all night long?  It might make
your bummy hole a little bit tender in the morning."

"Tender?  Like ... maybe a tiny bit hurted?"

"Uh huh, a tiny bit."

"Is there a way we can do it without making my bummy hole get all
hurted, Mister Stevie?  I really wanna have that nice tingle, but I
don't wanna have that hurt feeling, too."

"Well ... I guess I can do it just for a little while and then let you
rest, and then do it for another little while after that, and then let
you rest again.  I can even put some lotion inside your bummy hole each
time so it will help keep the tender feelings from coming in the
morning.  Would you like me to do that?"

"Uh huh!  Get that lotion so I can feel the nice slow tingles for a
super long time, and so I don't get the hurted feeling in the morning."

"Okay, Angel.  I know you're gonna be a tiny bit upset, but you need to
stay right here and wait for me.  Will you be a good girl and lie still
until I come back?"

"Will you hurry, Mister Stevie?"

"I'll hurry, Angel.  Now ... give me a big girl kiss and then I'll get
the lotion."

" kay "

Mister Stevie pulled me back so I was looking up toward the roof and
even in the dark his mouth touched mine perfect.  For a nice long time
Mister Stevie kissed me and sucked on my lips and mouth and he even put
his tongue between my lips and tickled my tongue a tiny bit.  It felt
funny and I was gonna giggle a little but he didn't tickle me too much,
so I didn't make any laughing sounds.  Pretty soon our nice kiss was
over and then Mister Stevie got out of bed to go get the lotion.

It seemed like a whole forever before he came back and got in bed, and
when he was close to me I gave him this super big hug and started to
kiss him like we did before he went to get the lotion stuff.  Mister
Stevie liked for me to give him lots of kisses, 'cause he kissed me
super sexy and made me feel like I was a for-real mommy and everything.

After a super long time when we were kissing Mister Stevie must have
been looking at me in the dark, 'cause I could feel him close to me but
he wasn't hugging me or nothing.  All he was doing was touching me all
soft, and just looking at me or something.  After that Mister Stevie
made me feel like a super nice little girl with hugs that filled me up
with lots of good tingles.  It felt so nice for Mister Stevie to hold me
like a baby and a big girl like I was his for-real girlfriend or little
girl or something, and I almost forgot about the lotion stuff.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Can I turn around so we can do it again?"

"Sure, Baby.  Turn around so I can put some lotion inside your bummy."

Just like he said I put my face in the pillow, pushed my bummy up in the
air super high, made my legs go apart, and waited for Mister Stevie to
put the lotion inside my bummy hole.

It tickled a whole bunch when Mister Stevie was putting the super slick
lotion inside my bummy hole with his finger, but it also felt really
good for him to make his finger go in and out and in and out over and
over and over again.  I knew the lotion was gonna help Mister Stevie
keep his peepee in my bummy hole all night long.

As soon as he got a whole bunch of lotion inside my bummy hole Mister
Stevie wiped his hands and fingers and he even wiped around my bummy so
I didn't get the sheets or blanket wet or dirty.  That's when he put the
tip of his peepee on my bummy hole and then made it go all the way
inside at one time super easy and really slow.  It was like a really
super tingly feeling for him to push his peepee inside me like that, but
most of all 'cause it didn't hurt or nothing.  Mister Stevie was giving
me a whole new kind of tingle and I liked it just as much as all the
other ones, except maybe for the super dooper jumpy horsey tingle
feelings.  I liked those the best of all.

For like a whole long time Mister Stevie kept pushing his peepee into my
bummy hole over and over and over and over and over.  He didn't go fast
but he also didn't go slow like he was trying to sleep until I felt him
get all hard and then his peepee started to jump inside my bummy hole.
For like a long time I felt Mister Stevie pushing hard against my bummy
like he was needing to go all the way inside me a whole lot, but it
didn't hurt none at all.  The lotion stuff that he put inside my bummy
really helped, and I knew what I was gonna ask him to do every night
from now on for like forever.

After Mister Stevie did the jumpy horsey thing in my bummy for a little
while and did the happy grumpy bear sounds in my ear from behind he
helped me turn so I was facing the side of his bed and pulled me tight,
but he didn't take his peepee out.  He just held me all super close, put
one of his hands between my legs from the front, and held my peepee
without putting his finger inside my peepee hole or putting his thumb on
my super dooper tingle bump in my peepee crack, neither.  His other hand
went under the pillow and around my other side so he could protect my
boobie like he was my hero, and then he got all quiet and stopped
moving.  I guess that's when Mister Stevie fell asleep, so I put my
small hands on top of his big hands and stayed like that until I didn't
know I was awake no more.

The next time I woke up it was already starting to get morning time.
The light was coming from the windows a little bit and I felt like I
slept super good, like I never slept super good before.  It was all
'cause of Mister Stevie was holding me close to him and protecting me
all night long, and I was gonna tell my Momma that I wasn't scared of
the dark no more 'cause my new pretend Daddy was my super good
protector.

That's when I felt that tingle inside my peepee a tiny bit like I needed
to go potty, so I touched Mister Stevie's hand that was covering my
peepee and keeping it warm and protected and then whispered to him.

"Mister Stevie?  Mister Stevie?"

"Mmmm!"

"I gotta go potty, Mister Stevie."

"Kay!"

Faster than I ever moved in the morning time Mister Stevie got up from
behind me in the bed and pulled me with him so he could take me to the
potty.  That's when I knew that his peepee wasn't inside my bummy hole
all night long like he said.  I didn't get mad 'cause I was still
feeling all super protected and had some tiny tingles from when he gave
me lots of good feelings.  Pretty soon we could to the peepee in my
bummy thing after we went potty.

It made me feel so super nice when Mister Stevie carried me to the potty
and helped me go pee and even do some poopies.  My for-real Daddy did
that for a long time when I was a baby, but after he didn't come home no
more I didn't have nobody to carry me as much as Mister Stevie did.  My
Momma didn't like to carry me so much 'cause she said I was too heavy,
but Mister Stevie was much stronger and he didn't mind at all.

After I went pee and poopies Mister Stevie went pee underneath my bummy
with me sitting in front of his legs.  After that he used some baby
soapy wipes and cleaned both my peepee and bummy holes using different
pieces of paper things.  I was a tiny bit sad 'cause after Mister Stevie
took all the lotion away from my bummy and made me all dry I knew we
weren't gonna play that special private game for a tiny little while.
Maybe we wouldn't even play it again until the night-time, so I had to
be a big girl and not cry.  Mister Stevie even put me back on the floor
so my feet were touching it and then he wiped his big peepee with
another baby soapy wipe to make his peepee clean too.  He flushed the
potty, threw the wipes in the trash, and then he carried me back to his
bed.  I was glad 'cause I wanted to stay with my new pretend Daddy for a
whole bunch before my Momma wanted me to come home.

This time when Mister Stevie put me in bed with him he put me down on
the top of his body with my face on his big chest like he wanted me to
keep him warm, so I stayed like that and felt all protected when he put
his hands around my back and was rubbing my bummy and legs a whole
bunch.  There was so many different ways Mister Stevie was making me
feel good and I was gonna be his best little girl for a super long time.

"Erin?  Erin, Angel.  Wake up, Baby?"

"Huh?"

"Are you getting hungry, Little One?"

"Uh huh."

When I was talking to Mister Stevie my mouth did the yawning thing.

"Would you like some oat meal with bacon, and toast with jelly, and a
glass of orange or grape juice, and even a glass of chocolate milk?"

"Really?  All that stuff, Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh!  All that stuff."

"That's like more than I *ever* eat, Mister Stevie!"

"From now on, my precious angel ... you're going to get all the food
you need to grow up properly.  No more cutting corners for your mommy
just 'cause you don't have enough money."

I didn't know what Mister Stevie was really talking about, but it didn't
matter none, since I was gonna get to eat a whole bunch of neat stuff
like before my Daddy didn't come home no more.

Mister Stevie helped me get up, go to the potty again, and then he took
me back to his bed for a minute.  When I saw him smile at me really big
I kinda knew what he was gonna do, but I didn't say nothing for a
minute.  He put me on his bed, made my legs go way far apart, and then
Mister Stevie got down on the bed so his mouth went right on my peepee.

Ohhhh, it felt so good for Mister Stevie to give me lots of licks and
kisses on my peepee a whole bunch.  I wasn't sure if I liked it when he
put his peepee in my bummy hole more, or if I liked it when he kissed,
and licked, and sucked on my peepee a whole bunch.  I'm glad I got to do
both at different times, but I needed to make my new pretend Daddy feel
good too, so I said something.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Mmmm?"

"Can I suck on your peepee when you kiss and lick and suck on my peepee
at the same time?"

"That's very nice, Angel, but we can't take too long.  We need to eat
breakfast and do a tiny bit of chores for a little while.  After that
we're gonna need to go see your mommy, okay?"

I felt sad all of a sudden.

"Do I gotta leave really soon, Mister Stevie?"

"No, Princess.  You can stay with me all day if your mommy will let you,
but we need to go check on her so she knows you're alright."

"Then ... I can stay with you all day long, Mister Stevie?  For real?"

"As long as your mommy lets you ... yes."

"Then, let's hurry for a little while and play the licking and sucking
peepee game so we can do all that stuff.  I wanna play some games with
you in a little while, okay?"

"Okay, Angel.  We can do the licking and sucking game, but only for a
little while."

"Can you give me just a tiny jumpy horsey tingle feeling, Mister Stevie,
please?"

"Sure, Kitten.  I think I can do that."

"Goodie!"

Right away Mister Stevie got up on the bed, put his face close to the
pillows, had a big smile on his face, and he made his fingers do the
'come here' thing, so I got up on my feet and did like he wanted.

Just like last time I put my feet close to Mister Stevie's head and then
put my bummy right on his face.  Mister Stevie didn't even wait for me
to put his peepee in my mouth before he started to lick my peepee hole
and even my super dooper tingle bump in my peepee crack.  I almost
didn't get to put his peepee in my mouth before I could feel those nice
tingles start to get bigger inside my peepee and tummy.

As soon as I was lying down on his tummy I grabbed Mister Stevie's
peepee with both of my hands and then put it inside my mouth like
before.  Since Mister Stevie was already making the good jumpy horsey
tingles start to come back I needed to hurry up and give him some nice
tingles too.  I made my mouth go up and down just like I was pretending
that we were having a race and I didn't want him to win, and I was
starting to have that jumpy horsey tingle feeling and pretty soon that's
what happened.

Mister Stevie slowed down a whole lot but he didn't stop licking my
peepee hole or sucking on my super dooper peepee bump.  It was almost
like Mister Stevie was letting me catch up like we were racing on the
playground or something.  I liked that, 'cause it meant that Mister
Stevie was always gonna protect me and let me play with him at the same
time as much as I wanted.

And then the super dooper jumpy horsey feelings started to come again.
I was afraid Mister Stevie wasn't gonna have none 'cause he was making
me feel all super good, so I sucked and swallowed like he taught me over
and over and over until his whole peepee was almost inside my mouth.  It
felt strange for it to fill up my mouth like that, but the super good
peepee tingles were making me forget what I was doing and I just kept
sucking and swallowing until I felt his legs and tummy start to jump
around like I was already doing.

That's when Mister Stevie started to give me my best tingles ever and he
sucked nice on my super dooper tingle bump until my tummy and legs
started to jump around all by themselves.  I couldn't think for a minute
and just kept sucking and swallowing until the biggest tingles went all
the way through my body and I started to squeeze Mister Stevie's head
with my legs super tight.  Just like before as soon as my body started
to get hard and then jumped really slow but like super hard a bunch of
times that's when Mister Stevie's special cream came out and went right
into my tummy like it was supposed to.

Ohhh, it felt so good for me and Mister Stevie to do the peepee licking
and sucking game together all the time, and I was gonna do this with
Mister Stevie every day forever.

We didn't get to stay in bed and be all snuggy like before, but Mister
Stevie did kiss me a whole super bunch and put his tongue inside my
mouth for a long time and played with my teeth and tongue too.  I got a
new taste in my mouth this time, like maybe it was coming from Mister
Stevie's tongue, but his tongue was only inside my peepee and I know I
didn't go pee on him, so I didn't know what that taste was.  I didn't
care, 'cause it was just Mister Stevie kissing me and he could kiss me
and lick me anywhere any time he wanted to from now on.

Mister Stevie helped me clean my peepee after I went potty and then he
helped me wash my face and he even helped me comb my hair.  He was
always super gentle and never made me hurry, and I liked living with
Mister Stevie a whole lot more than with my Momma.  She always hurt my
hair and didn't want me to take a long time, but not Mister Stevie.

Even when he was helping me brush my teeth he didn't make me hurry up,
and I didn't have to make my mouth hurt with the toothbrush.  I liked
his cinnamon toothpaste a lot more than the dumb plain stuff at my
house, and when I was moving the brush up and down really careful on
each of my teeth Mister Stevie started to rub my bare peepee really soft
the same way.  Each time I moved my brush up Mister Stevie rubbed his
fingers up my peepee crack and then rubbed my super dooper tingle bump a
little bit.  When I moved my brush down Mister Stevie rubbed his fingers
down and tickled my peepee hole a tiny bit and made me feel all happy.

Pretty soon I closed my eyes and was feeling all super good 'cause I was
brushing my teeth for a long time and Mister Stevie was giving me lots
of good tingle feelings all over again.  I never had a good tingle
feeling when I was brushing my teeth before, but when I started to have
the jumpy horsey tingles Mister Stevie was holding me all super tight
and his finger and thumb were in the right place to make me feel all
super good.  Mister Stevie was always so nice, and I didn't mind
brushing my teeth like when my Momma always told me to hurry up.

I didn't want to, but Mister Stevie said I needed to put my panties on,
at least for a tiny little while, or he might be kissing and licking my
peepee forever.  I thought that was funny 'cause I didn't mind if he
licked my peepee any time, even if I was getting ready or combing my
hair or brushing my teeth.  When he started to play tickle with me a
whole lot and I was laughing and giggling really loud I wiggled and got
away from him so I could run to his bedroom.  As soon as I got there I
jumped on his bed and Mister Stevie followed me like he was playing a
lot.  He even jumped on his bed, and my Momma *never* let me jump on my
bed like that.

Mister Stevie kept tickling me and taking pretend bites of my legs and
tummy and boobies and even my peepee and bummy after he pulled my
panties down a tiny bit.  It was the best play tickles of all, and I
liked the way Mister Stevie was playing with me.  He was even playing
with me before we had any breakfast or even before I asked him to, and I
liked my new pretend Daddy a whole bunch.

When Mister Stevie started to kiss and lick my peepee I stopped moving
and opened my legs way far apart again and just let him do anything to
me that he wanted.  It felt so nice for Mister Stevie to keep his mouth
on my peepee for a super long time, and when he kissed my peepee one
more time he picked his head up and smiled at me.

"You like that, Kitten?"

"Uh huh!  Lots!"

"Good girl.  Now ... I know you don't want to right now, but I'm gonna
put your panties on for just a little while.  After a little bit I'll
pull them down and give you some nice tingles for a little while, and
then I'll pull them back up."

"Are you gonna do that a lot, Mister Stevie?"

"What's that, Baby?"

"Are you gonna pull my panties down and give me licks and then pull them
back up again ... over and over?"

"Uh huh.  Just like that ... over and over."

"Kay.  Then I won't get mad if you wanna put my panties on me for just a
tiny little while, but you gotta pull them down and give me lots of
licks, okay?"

"Okay, Angel.  I'll be sure to give you lots of licks.  Now, come on.
Let's clean up my bedroom a tiny bit, put your panties back on you, and
then go to the kitchen so we can eat."

After we did all of Mister Stevie's chores in his bedroom I let him pull
my panties up but not until he gave me some nice licks and he had to
give me some until I felt good.  If I ever wanted to play first with my
Momma she would get mad, but not Mister Stevie.  All he did was smile,
pull my panties back down a little bit, give me lots of good tingles,
and then kissed my peepee before he pulled my panties back up.  After he
gave me another kiss we went to the kitchen and I helped him with the
table and put the plates and forks and spoons in the right place.  Just
when Mister Stevie was starting to cook the food somebody from outside
was knocking on his front door, so he put the food down.

Mister Stevie looked at his watch, and he looked a tiny bit scared.

"I wonder who could be at my door this early.  You wait right here in
the kitchen, Angel, and don't let them see you in your panties.
Remember what your mommy said about standing in front of the open door,
okay?"

"Okay, Mister Stevie."

I was a little bit scared of who was knocking at Mister Stevie's door,
'cause my Momma said she didn't like nobody to bother us, especially the
guy who owned the building where our house was.  Just like Mister Stevie
said I stayed in the kitchen and pretended I was playing hide from the
person who was outside Mister Stevie's door.  I was a tiny bit scared
'cause it wasn't a game for real, but I didn't cry none.

As soon as Mister Stevie opened the front door I heard my Momma crying
so I ran out of the kitchen as fast as I could to go see why.  When I
got there my Momma was hugging Mister Stevie super tight and she was
crying on his neck like sometimes she does with me.  That made me super
scared so I stayed away for a tiny bit and just watched and waited.

"Stacy?  What on Earth is wrong?"

Mister Stevie sounded a tiny bit scared, but I knew he was gonna protect
my Momma like he protected me last night.

"Whuh - whuh - when I got home this morning ... thuh - there was
something taped to my front door ... a note."

"A note?  What did it say?"

"It - it - it was a notice of eviction!"

I saw my Momma cry a whole bunch since my Daddy didn't come home, but
when she was hugging Mister Stevie in the front door of his house she
really cried a super bunch.  Mister Stevie was holding her in his arms
super tight, and I could tell my Momma needed Mister Stevie to make her
feel good like he did with me when we were in bed during the night time.

I don't know what my Momma and Mister Stevie were talking about, but it
must have been a bad thing 'cause both of them looked all super sad.
When my Momma was crying close to Mister Stevie's neck I saw a lady go
by near the stairs, and she was looking inside Mister Stevie's door like
she was being nosy.  That's when Mister Stevie pulled on my Momma and
made her come inside his house.

"Come in here, Stacy.  We don't need to share this with the whole
building."

My Momma didn't even see me when Mister Stevie and her walked by me to
the kitchen.  I was a tiny bit scared that maybe she was gonna forget
who I was, but as soon as Mister Stevie helped her to sit down he put
his hand in the air and made the 'come-here' thing with his fingers.  I
ran right to Mister Stevie and gave him this super big hug 'cause I was
all scared of my Momma crying.  That's when my Momma finally saw me and
she gave me another one of her super tight hugs that hurt a little bit.

Mister Stevie didn't look scared no more and he started to sound like a
real Daddy when he talked to my Momma.

"Stacy ... I think it's time you dropped all the pretense and told me
everything.  I don't care how it makes you feel or what it might sound
like.  I want you to tell me everything, do you understand?"

That's when my Momma said something that I never heard her say before.

"Yes, Sir."

Mister Stevie took me from my Momma, put me on his lap, and then he
talked all soft to my Momma with his face really close to hers.

"Have you eaten breakfast, Stacy?"

"No, I ... NOOO, Steve!  Please don't "

"SSSHHHHH!  Not a word!  Before you say anything, Stacy, I'm gonna fix
the three of us a nice breakfast and you and me some coffee.  If you'd
like to help you're welcome to, but you're not obligated to do anything
but hold your little girl and keep her from being scared."

My Momma started to talk in a super soft baby voice that I never heard
before, and I kinda liked the way she was acting.  It was almost like
she wanted to be a pretend little girl for Mister Stevie like I did.

"Oh, Steve.  You're so good to me."

"Hush, Angel.  Just be a good girl and hold Erin until I get your
coffee.  After that I'll ask for your help if you're up to it."

" kay "

My Momma looked so super sad, but I kinda liked the way she was acting
and looked 'cause it looked like she wanted to be a little girl for a
while for Mister Stevie.  Maybe if she stayed like a little girl for a
long time me and her could play games or dollies or something.

It kinda felt good for my Momma to give me super tight hugs even if she
didn't give me a big spanking on my bare bummy.  I didn't know it but
soon Mister Stevie gave my Momma a cup of coffee and he even gave me a
small glass of grape juice.  I liked Mister Stevie 'cause he was always
super nice to me and my Momma.

"Would you like what Erin and I are going to eat, Stacy?  We're gonna
have oatmeal with bacon, toast with jelly, and then juice or milk."

My Momma talked in her baby girl voice all over again and I liked it.

"Oh, Steve."

"You just hold your little girl, Stacy, and I'll take care of
everything, okay?"

She didn't say nothing, but I could feel her make her head go up and
down like she was saying 'yes'.

Pretty soon Mister Stevie put three big plates on the table that had a
whole bunch of nice food on them.  After that he put some glasses on the
table with some more juice and chocolate milk for me and even a bigger
glass of juice for my Momma.  Mister Stevie then picked me up and
carried me to his chair so I could sit on his lap.  It felt so good for
Mister Stevie to be my pretend Daddy 'cause he did everything right.

It felt not really funny to see my Momma so sad when she was eating but
she was a whole bunch sad ever since my Daddy didn't come home no more,
and this time she looked the same way when she found out that my Daddy
was not coming home.  She ate her oatmeal and bacon like a good girl but
she didn't say nothing to Mister Stevie or me at all.  Even after her
plate was all clean like she was supposed to do she didn't say nothing
when Mister Stevie put me on his chair and cleaned up all the plates.

"You stay here and wait for me to come back and hold you, okay Erin?"

"Kay."

I watched my Momma really super close for a long time, but she never
looked up at me or nothing.  All she did was cry really soft and looked
down at the table.  I felt really bad 'cause I didn't like it when my
Momma was sad, and she looked more sad than ever before this time.

Before I knew it Mister Stevie picked me up, held me a lot like I was
gonna be his for-real little baby girl, and then he helped my Momma get
up just using his other hand.

"Come on, Stacy.  Let's go talk in the living room."

Mister Stevie had to move some stuff for just a minute, but after he got
his couch all cleared off he put my Momma in the middle and then Mister
Stevie sat down right next to her.  What seemed strange is when Mister
Stevie made me sit on just one of his legs with my tummy up against his
tummy, but he didn't hold me like a baby girl no more.  That's when he
put his other hand around my Momma and pulled her close to his body so
he could give her a big hug like he was giving me at the same time.  I
felt better after that 'cause Mister Stevie wasn't being mean to me and
he was trying to help my Momma feel a tiny bit better too.

"Okay, Angel ... it's time you told me everything.  Come on.  I don't
want you to hold anything back."

"I feel so bad having to burden you with "

"Stacy!  I said I want you to tell me everything, and I mean it!"

My Momma then talked in a baby girl voice and hugged Mister Stevie like
I did when me and him were being all super fun and doing our secret
stuff in his bedroom.

"Yes, Sir."

"That's better.  Now, young lady ... tell me everything."

My Momma didn't say nothing for a little while, but then she started to
talk in a really sad little girl voice.  I wanted to go play with Mister
Stevie instead of just sitting still, but I was thinking that maybe it
would be better if maybe I stayed there and listened to my Momma.

"After Tim ... after my husband went missing in Afghanistan I thought
my whole world ended.  When they told me he'd been captured by those
guys, you know, and they said he was seen being ... murdered on a video
they got on the internet ... well ... that's when I felt so alone."

My Momma was gonna cry again but Mister Stevie stopped her.

"Come on, Baby.  You're okay with me.  Just keep going."

That was the first time Mister Stevie was using one of my names for my
Momma, and I felt all tingly 'cause maybe he was gonna do things to her
like he did to me.  That would make my Momma *super* happy for sure, and
it would look funny for my Momma to get the jumpy horsey tingles so I
could see what she looked like.

"It took a while for all the paperwork to be over, but by the time it
was finished I found out that his life insurance policy didn't cover him
being a soldier, and I couldn't make a claim as his survivor.  That left
me and Erin with nothing, and pretty soon I had to move out of our house
'cause I couldn't make the payments."

I forgot all about my first real house.  It had a yard and a play set in
the back and everything.

"Since my folks had died before I graduated from high school and I was
an only child I didn't have any relatives who could help me.  Tim's
folks didn't want to have anything to do with me or Erin, since they
said their son wouldn't have volunteered to serve if I hadn't pushed him
into it.  But that's not *true*, Steve!  I didn't push him.  Tim
*wanted* to go serve his country."

"It's okay, Stacy.  I know what his intentions were.  I'm not going to
judge you or Tim right now.  Just keep going."

"Well ... I went from one job to the next trying to make enough money
to afford a nice place for us and a little of the lifestyle I was used
to before Tim ... before we were all alone.  Everything I did seemed to
end up the same way, and all my male bosses wanted me to ... do things
that nice girls just don't do.  That pretty much guaranteed that I
didn't keep any job for very long, so I've only been able to work the
really low paying jobs, and I've barely made enough money to buy us
food.  Even that hasn't been going well, since I don't get enough food
stamps or WIC points to qualify for a nicer place and better food.  Oh,
sure, we get to eat some basic stuff, but it just isn't like it used to
be and I feel as if I've ... I've ... "

My Momma was gonna cry again, but Mister Stevie stopped her like before
and gave her a kiss on the cheek like he was trying to make her feel
good.  It made me feel good 'cause Mister Stevie was such a nice Daddy
for helping me and then helping my Momma.

"Come on, Angel.  Just keep going.  I want to know everything."

" kay "

My Momma wiped her eyes and then started to talk again really quiet.

"I've been making as many rent payments for our apartment as I can, and
I've even been able to sell some of my food stamps and WIC points so I
could keep the landlord from kicking us out.  When he told me last month
that I could earn an extra month of two if I'd just play along and be
his ... his ... whore ... I was so scared I really thought he was
gonna make me do it.  When I actually started to consider it I felt so
dirty and ashamed, because I was at my wits end and thought I was gonna
tell him yes."

My Momma got quiet for a tiny minute and then talked all super quiet
like she didn't want Mister Stevie to hear her.

"It wouldn't be so bad, would it, Steve?  I could let men have my body
for a few minutes every day so I could have a nice place to live in,
can't I?"

"NO!"

The way Mister Stevie said 'no' to my Momma really loud both me and my
Momma jumped like we were scared.  It sounded like he was really mad at
my Momma for something, but he didn't spank her or hit her or nothing.
Instead he gave my Momma this super big hug and even used his other hand
that he was holding me with so he could pull her close to his body.  I
was a tiny bit sad 'cause Mister Stevie wasn't holding me none, but my
Momma looked really sad so I didn't say nothing.

"I'm sorry, Baby, but you scared me for a minute.  Just keep talking,
Stacy, and I'll help you work this out."

After Mister Stevie hugged my Momma for a tiny minute he let her go, put
his arm around me again, gave me a little tickle under my arm close to
my boobie pink-point, and then he gave me a kiss on the nose.  It
tickled and I giggled a tiny bit, but he didn't say nothing to me like
he wanted to play none, looked at my Momma, and she started to talk
again.

"That's pretty much everything, Steve.  I haven't paid the full rent in
almost four months, and when I was coming home this morning the landlord
stopped me at the entrance and told me that I either paid him for all my
back-rent, took his other offer to be his 'ho', or he was gonna kick me
and Erin out.  I think he knew what my answer was before I said
anything, because when I ran upstairs I saw the notice of eviction
already on the door."

"Was anyone else around when he made you that offer, Stacy?"

"No."

"Well ... he's a smart one, I'll have to admit, 'cause you don't have
any witnesses to back up your story.  Does your apartment key still
work?"

"Yeah ... it did a few minutes ago."

"Okay ... come on.  We're gonna get your stuff."

"But ... where ... "

"Don't ask any questions right now, Stacy.  Just listen to me and do as
I say."

My Momma looked at Mister Stevie with this super scared look, but she
didn't say nothing.  Mister Stevie then turned to look at me and talked
super quiet.

"Now listen, Kitten.  I'm gonna ask you to stay in my bedroom for a
little while so your mommy and I can go get your other stuff.  I want
you to be a good girl and play in my bedroom with your toys until I get
all your things, okay?  Will you be my good little girl and listen to me
like you should?"

"You're gonna get my other stuff, Mister Stevie?"

"Yes I am.  Now ... come on, Kitten.  Let's go get some of your toys
out so you can play in my bedroom."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Do I gotta keep my panties on when I'm playing?"

"No, Baby.  I'll take them off so you can be comfy, but you can't come
out of my bedroom until we come back, okay?  You have to leave the door
locked on my bedroom, too."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes?"

"I gotta go potty."

"Come on, Kitten.  You and your mommy can go potty together this time,
and when you're done I'll help you get some toys to play with."

Just like Mister Stevie said me and my Momma went potty together, and my
Momma wiped my peepee hole a different than Mister Stevie did.  My Momma
only used Mister Stevie's nice potty paper and not her fingers or
tongue, and it wasn't as tingly and fun, but I didn't say nothing 'cause
she was already feeling sad.  After that me and my Momma went into
Mister Stevie's bedroom, but she didn't stay with me so we could play.
All she did was get down close to my face and then talked all super
soft.

"You be a good girl and do what Mister Steve says, okay Erin?"

"Okay, Momma.  I'll be a good girl."

After she went out of his bedroom Mister Stevie pulled my panties down
and put them where my dress was on this chair.  Then he opened his door
to the closet and smiled at me with his hand doing the 'come here' thing
again, so I went inside his closet with Mister Stevie.  As soon as we
were inside by ourselves he got up close behind me, put one of his hands
between my legs in front, started to give me some nice tingles, and he
put his other hand over my boobies like he was protecting me again.  It
felt nice for Mister Stevie to always be like a pretend Daddy to me.

"I want you to get two toys out to play with, Kitten.  When we get a
chance I'll give you a whole bunch of nice long tingles for being a good
girl, okay?"

"Even inside my peepee hole and bummy hole, Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh.  Both of those very nice tingle places.  Now ... turn around
so I can give your peepee a quick lick before you go play."

"Kay!"

Just like last time Mister Stevie put his mouth on my peepee and he gave
me lots of nice tingles on my super dooper tingle bump inside my peepee
crack, and then he even licked my peepee hole a little bit.  Mister
Stevie didn't do it for like a super long time like before, but it still
felt real good for him to give me short licks too.  After he stopped
giving me some licks he helped me get two toys out, and then he picked
me up and took me to his bed.

"You play on my bed until your mommy and I get back.  I'll check on you
each time we come back, so just be a good girl and wait right here."

"Okay, Mister Stevie."

He gave me a nice kiss on my mouth, sucked on my tongue and licked it
with his two times, and then he went to where my Momma was after closing
and locking his bedroom door.  I felt all safe in Mister Stevie's
bedroom 'cause he had a lock on his door and everything.  After I heard
Mister Stevie close his front door I wasn't scared none at all 'cause I
knew he was gonna protect me and my Momma for a long time.  Just like
Mister Stevie told me to I played with my dollie and some of her clothes
all by myself.

I used to feel all super scared when my Momma would leave me alone at
night when she went to work 'cause sometimes the building man would come
into our house when my Momma was gone and he would look at me if I
wasn't wearing my dress or my panties.  There was even this one time
when he came into my bedroom and put his hands underneath my blanket and
he touched my peepee for a long time.  I was so scared I didn't move or
say nothing and I let him touch my peepee and even between my legs where
my peepee hole was.  He didn't try to lick my peepee like Mister Stevie
does super good, but I remember what Mister Stevie said about bad men
doing things and making my peepee get hurted like a bee sting, and I
knew Mister Stevie was right.  I'm glad Mister Stevie didn't hurt me
none and only gave me good tingles, and since he was gonna be my
protector at night from now on I didn't need to worry about that bad man
from the building touching my peepee no more.

Just like Mister Stevie said each time my Momma and him came back he
would come check on me, give me a hug, a kiss, and even a few times when
my Momma wasn't looking he gave me a lick on my peepee.  It tickled but
I didn't say nothing 'cause that was a game only for me and Mister
Stevie to play all the time.  If I giggled or said something when my
Momma was there near us Mister Stevie's magic powers might go away, so I
knew I needed to be real quiet.  I even wanted to give Mister Stevie
some good feelings so he wouldn't feel bad, but he whispered to me
really soft and told me we needed to only play that special sucking game
when my Momma was asleep or gone.  I didn't want to, but I could wait.

After a long time my Momma and Mister Stevie came into his bedroom with
me, and my Momma was crying really soft like before.  I didn't like
seeing my Momma crying all the time, but I was just a little girl and I
couldn't do nothing like Mister Stevie.  My momma then talked all soft
like she was scared.

"Erin ... Mister Steve is gonna let us live with him from now on."

Even before my Momma could finish talking I had to say something that
made me feel really happy.

"Reeeee-leeeeee, Momma!  For real, Mister Stevie is gonna let us live
with him for like forever?"

"Erin!  Hush!"

Just like my Momma always did when I said something too fast she yelled
at me really quick and scared me.  Mister Stevie was my protector now,
so I hugged him super fast and tried not to be scared, and he rubbed my
back and bummy really good so I could feel better.  After a tiny minute
my Momma started talking again, except this time she wasn't all mean.

"Hush for a minute, Erin, and let me finish."

My Momma wasn't as nice as Mister Stevie when she talked, but I had to
remember like before, so I got quiet and waited and hugged Mister Stevie
so he could protect me.

"Mister Steve is gonna let us live with him, but I'm gonna be working
like before and not like when your Daddy was home.  I need to start
saving some money so we can start a new life, and Mister Steve is gonna
help me do that.  I'm gonna start going to school so I can get a better
job and I'm gonna need your help to help keep his place clean.  You have
to be a very good girl and always pick up your clothes and toys, 'cause
for a little while you're gonna share Mister Steve's room since his
bedroom is a lot bigger than the room where my bed is.  You can't be a
little spoiled brat anymore, Erin.  You need to be a good girl and do
the things that I ask you or I'm gonna spank ... you're gonna get into
trouble, okay?"

My Momma always sounded so mean when she talked about me cleaning my
room and stuff, not like Mister Stevie.  He could say stuff even a tiny
bit to make me sad but I never got sad 'cause he wasn't all mean.

"Erin?  Do you understand, young lady?  Look at me!"

I didn't want to, but I stopped hugging Mister Stevie and just leaned on
his body and tried not to do nothing wrong.  I didn't like it when my
Momma started to sound mean, so I just made my head go up and down when
I was looking at my hands a few times like I wanted to say 'yes'.

"Alright, then.  From now on you need to be on your best behavior since
Mister Steve is gonna be taking care of you all the time.  Since he's
gonna work in his apartment on his computer you can't bother him when
you want to play.  If he needs to work then you need to play by yourself
until he's finished or when I get home.  I'll try to play games with you
when I can, but I'm gonna be *very* busy for a long time until things
get better for both of us.  Now ... Mister Stevie has asked me to help
him fix dinner so he can learn about the food we eat, so I need for you
to be a good girl and play by yourself until it's time to eat."

"But ... can't I play with Mister Stevie even a little bit, Momma?"

"ERIN!!!"

It scared me when my Momma yelled at me and I was almost gonna cry, but
Mister Stevie pulled me super tight and tried to make all the scared
feelings go away.  It sounded funny for Mister Stevie to talk to my
Momma with his mouth super close to one of my ears, but I liked how it
felt when Mister Stevie held me tight and rubbed my back and bummy and
talked all soft.

"It's okay, Stacy.  She's just a little girl and doesn't understand
what's going on yet.  Give her a little time to get used to all the
changes, and she'll be okay.  I'll play with her a little bit, I'll get
her dressed, and then the three of us can go shopping for some of the
foods that are more suited to a little girl and her mommy rather than a
bachelor and his ramen noodles and mac-and-cheese dinners."

Before I could stop it some words came out of my head super fast.

"Mac-and-cheese???"

Mister Stevie didn't know it but he said my favorite kind of food in the
whole world.  My Momma stopped having that mad look on her face and
smiled a tiny bit like maybe she was a tiny bit happy again.

"Sounds like my daughter would like to take up your diet, Steve."

"I'm sure we could come up with a nice compromise."

I didn't know what that thing ... an-ice-come-from-ice was, but if
Mister Stevie was gonna get some of it at the food place, then I would
maybe like it a whole bunch, just like I smiled when he did all the
other stuff to make me feel good tingles and stuff.

"Does that mean we're gonna eat mac-and-cheese tonight, Mister Stevie?"

"We'll see, but you have to remember to listen to your mommy and me
really good from now on.  It's gonna seem like an unusual way of living,
since I'm not *really* your daddy, but I think you'll like letting me be
your pretend daddy, huh?"

"YEAH!"

"Okay.  You be a good girl, hold me tight, and let your mommy and me
talk for just a minute."

Mister Stevie turned to look at my Momma and talked all soft to her.

"Stacy ... why don't you get your room straightened up the way you want
it, take a nap for a little while, and then come get us when you're
ready for us to go to the market?  While you're working on your room
I'll bring the rest of Erin's things in here, clear a space for her bed
along one wall, and even move some of my junk from the closet so she has
a place to hang her dresses and a place to play."

"Steve, you can't keep *doing* all this for "

"Stacy?  What did we talk about a little while ago?"

My Momma looked at the floor and a tiny bit sad, but she also had a
little smile on her face too.  I didn't know what she was gonna say at
first, but when she started to talk she sounded all nice again like she
wanted to be a pretend little girl like me.

"You said that you were gonna take care of Erin and me until I could
afford to do it myself, and that we were welcome in your place for as
long as I wanted."

"And having made that offer don't you think I might be willing to make a
few sacrifices for some of my space?  I told you it would be more
appropriate for Erin to share my room than for you to do so, didn't I?
I can't very well expect you to sleep with me or share my bedroom like
that, can I?"

"No ... I guess not."

"Erin is just a little girl and doesn't have a grasp of what I might
find appealing on a mature woman's body.  She also won't be quite as
embarrassed or intimidated to see me in my shorts when I get up or go to
bed.  She's already hinted at being afraid at night, so it will bode
well for both of you, since you won't have your sleep disturbed or will
have to worry about her crying when you're working or going to school."

"I feel so guilty, Steve."

"Why?"

"Because ... you're doing so much for me ... for us, and I don't have
anything to offer in return."

"Stacy ... I told you, Honey.  Your company and Erin's strong need for
a father figure is more than any reward I could ask for.  You may not
realize it right now, but I actually feel indebted to you for allowing
me to spend so much time with your little girl.  She's been a wonderful
playmate and has already given me so much.  Just accept that she's gonna
be my new little girlfriend in public, my petite young bride behind
closed doors, and you two have a nice place to stay.  From now on just
relax, accept that things are going to be different for a while, and
we'll settle on some rules for how we're supposed to dress when we wanna
relax a little bit."

I didn't understand everything that Mister Stevie said, but when he told
my Momma that I was gonna be his pee-teet bride I guess that meant I was
supposed to always go potty sitting on his lap.  Since he said it was a
private and special thing for us to do I didn't say nothing to my Momma.
When she started to talk again she sounded a tiny bit sad, but also a
little bit like she was scared.

"Ohhh, Steve.  You know I won't be able to pay for any "

"Sssshhhh!  Come on, now.  We've talked about this for the last couple
of hours.  Personally I think we've worked out a wonderfully equitable
arrangement.  You and Erin are gonna have a nice place to live, you
won't have to worry about groceries or paying for the rent any more, I
get to have a wonderful playmate when you're not home, and your little
girl will never have to be alone when you're working and going to
school.  Now, tell me ... could it get any better than that?"

"Ohhh, Steve."

"Stacy, why don't you go take a nap for a little while and get rested so
we can start to work on making this place look more like a home than
just some place for a single lonely guy?"

"I'll never be able to thank you, Steve.  Okay ... I'll do as I'm
told."

"That's my other good girl."

Mister Stevie then turned to me, got close to my face, and talked all
funny to me like he wanted me to giggle.

"See, Erin?  Even your mommy knows that she needs to be a good girl
sometimes, too."

"Tee hee!"

My Momma got up off Mister Stevie's bed, made me get closer when her
fingers did the 'come here' thing, put her arms around me a little bit,
and then gave me another hug when she started to tell me stuff.  This
time she talked all soft.

"You be a good girl and listen to Mister Steve.  He's gonna be taking
care of us for a little while, so we both need to be good girls."

I liked being a good girl for Mister Stevie, 'cause he always gave me
good licks and made my peepee and bummy feel all tingly.

"I'll try to be a better good girl, Momma."

"That's my Erin.  You play with Mister Steve for a little while, and if
he wants you to take a nap then you have to listen, okay?"

"But Momma!"

As soon as my Momma looked at me with that mean Momma face I didn't look
at her no more and just looked down between my legs.

"Okay, Momma.  I'll listen to Mister Stevie, even if he wants me to take
a nap with him like you said."

"Thank you, Erin.  I really need for you to listen to me from now on."

" kay "

After my Momma started to leave Mister Stevie's bedroom he talked like
normal for a minute.

"Stacy, I won't tickle her too much and keep you awake.  We'll stay in
my room unless I need to take her to the potty or get some juice."

That's when I saw my Momma give Mister Stevie a really super big hug
like she only gives me.  I liked it when my Momma gave Mister Stevie big
hugs 'cause he was gonna make her feel good like me.  After my Momma let
Mister Stevie go she wiped her eyes, smiled for a tiny minute, made her
head go up and down like she was saying 'yes' to Mister Stevie, and then
she closed his bedroom door so me and Mister Stevie could play by
ourselves all alone.

Mister Stevie sat down on his bed close to me for a tiny minute and
rubbed my back super soft.  It made me all tingly for a little bit and I
liked the way his hand always did that to me anywhere on my body.  Then
Mister Stevie put his mouth super close to my ear and whispered.

"Why don't we put your dolly away for a minute and then you can show me
some of your other toys.  Would you like to come into the closet with me
and show me your other toys, Kitten?"

That's when I remembered what Mister Stevie did before my Momma and him
went to my house up the stairs.  I made my talking super soft and then
whispered back.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes?"

"Can you do the licking thing on my peepee when I'm looking for a toy in
the closet?  I know your secret powers may not work super good with my
Momma so close, but maybe if you practice a little bit they might do a
tiny bit better if you do it a whole bunch."

"Would you like me to do that, Kitten?"

"Uh huh!"

"Okay.  Let's go to my closet for a little bit so you can look for a
toy.  When you're doing that I'll see if I can help you feel good."

Mister Stevie did the lock thing on his door first and then he followed
me into his big closet.  As soon as we were both inside I made him close
the door so we could be all alone even better, then Mister Stevie took
my panties off, and got down on the floor in front of my toy box.

"Come stand in front of me so you can look inside your toy box, Sugar."

"Kay."

I did just like Mister Stevie said and got between his legs with my
tummy touching my new toy box.  As soon as I stopped moving Mister
Stevie put his hands on my body close to my tummy on the sides and then
lifted me up a tiny bit.

"Stand on my legs so you can bend over and look inside as long as you
want.  I want you to find a toy that you haven't played with in a long
time so you can tell me all about it."

"Kay."

While Mister Stevie was holding my body I put my hands on my new toy box
and put my feet on his legs close to his tummy.  After a tiny minute I
could feel Mister Stevie kissing my bummy a little bit and it tickled,
but I didn't giggle none 'cause he didn't tell me to.  Then he talked
all soft and told me to do something.

"Okay, Angel.  Bend over a little bit and look for a toy that you
haven't played with in a long time, but go slow so you don't make a lot
of noise.  Your mommy might want to take a nap and we can't be noisy."

"Kay."

Since Mister Stevie was holding me all nice I didn't feel like I was
gonna fall, so I reached inside my toy box and went slow like Mister
Stevie told me to.  As soon as I was bending over Mister Stevie started
to kiss and lick my bummy and even my peepee from between my legs.  It
felt good for him to want to play our licking game again so I just let
him keep licking me and pretended to be looking like he said.

It felt so nice for Mister Stevie to put his face on my bummy and kiss
and lick my bummy and peepee hole so much.  His cheeks felt warm between
my legs and even inside my bummy crack, and I knew Mister Stevie was
gonna be the best pretend Daddy I ever had.  For a super long time
Mister Stevie licked me super slow and made me feel good, but he didn't
give me no super strong tingles or nothing.  All he did was make me feel
good and just a tiny bit tingly, so I didn't say nothing until I was
really starting to get a tiny bit sleepy.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Can I lay down for a little while?  I'm kinda sleepy."

Mister Stevie kissed my bummy two times and then he helped me stand up
straight again.

"Sure, Kitten.  Let's take you to go potty first and then you can take a
little nap so you can feel better."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes?"

"Can you help me go to sleep first?"

"How can I do that, Baby?"

"Do more of the licking thing on my peepee, please?"

"Sure, Angel.  I'll help you go to sleep."

When Mister Stevie opened his door and carried me to the potty my Momma
was putting some of our stuff in there.

"Mind if I share the bathroom for a minute, Stacy?  Erin needs to go
potty before her nap."

"Sure, Steve.  I really appreciate your letting me take over so much of
your space by ... "

My Momma stopped talking for a tiny minute and then looked all happy
with a big smile on her face.

" ... I know Steve.  We've already talked about it for a few hours, so
I won't say any more."

"Like I said, Stacy, there's plenty of room in my place.  Put your
things where they seem the most appropriate, keep my stuff cordoned off
so I can find it, and just make yourself at home.  In no time you'll
feel as if it's perfectly normal for us to share my place."

"It just seems so strange that we met you just the other day.  It seems
as if I've known you all my life."

Mister Stevie put my bummy on the big plastic hole and held my body so I
wouldn't fall in and get my bummy all wet.  To make it easy to sit so I
didn't fall in I made my legs go way apart.  Mister Stevie looked
between my legs, smiled, made his eye do that close thing like he wanted
me to giggle, and then he looked at my Momma.

"I'm glad you feel that comfortable, Stacy.  Erin certainly has gotten
used to having her own playmate and nursemaid."

"Yeah, like she'd mind someone holding, playing with, and cooing with
her constantly.  If I didn't know any better you two are gonna be
whispering sweet nothings in the dark when I'm at work later."

"We whisper sweet nothings to each other *all* the time, don't we,
Angel?"

"Tee Hee!  Uh huh!"

Mister Stevie always made me laugh when he kissed me on the nose.

As soon as all my pee came out Mister Stevie wiped my peepee hole dry
with his nice potty paper, lifted me off the potty, and then made it
make that funny whooshing sound until all my pee was gone.  My Momma
then talked all nice to Mister Stevie when she was putting some of her
stuff up high in the mirror thing on top of the sink.

"You really look like her daddy when you tend to my daughter like that,
Steve.  I've never seen anyone be as gentle and loving as you've been
with my Erin, even my hus ... "

All of a sudden my Momma dropped the things in her hands, she covered
her face super fast, and then she started to cry really loud.  Mister
Stevie put my feet down on the floor and gave my Momma a really big hug,
and then my Momma put her arms all the way around Mister Stevie like she
was gonna be scared of falling down.  For a long minute my Momma was
crying super loud like before and pretty soon I saw my Momma do
something that scared me a whole bunch and even made me a lot mad.

My Momma always told me it was bad to hit people, but when she started
to hit Mister Stevie on his back when she was crying on his neck she was
saying things and crying a super lot at the same time.

"It's not *fair*, Steve!  Why did he have to be killed?  I didn't want
to be all alone for the rest of my life!  My daughter doesn't deserve to
live without a father!  I *HATE* what happened to him!!!"

Mister Stevie didn't do like the kids I saw on the playground when they
wanted to hit each other.  He didn't hit my Momma and didn't even try to
hold her hands or nothing.  Mister Stevie just hugged my Momma super
tight and let her keep hitting his back with her hands over and over and
over again for a long time.  I was so scared that I started to cry too
and hugged Mister Stevie's legs with my face on the other side of where
my Momma was.  I didn't wanna get too close 'cause she might try to hit
me too, so I stayed super close to my new best friend in back.

After like a super long time my Momma stopped hitting Mister Stevie and
then she said stuff to him really soft.

"I'm so sorry, Steve.  I didn't mean to hit you so hard.  You've been so
good to me and Erin, and you don't deserve to be treated like that."

"Ssshhhh, Stacy.  I know it wasn't me you were hitting, but all the mean
people in the world who seem to enjoy causing you and your little girl
all sorts of pain.  I accept the abuse you provided and will remember
never to hurt you, 'cause you can really hit, girl!"

My Momma made a laughing sound for a tiny second and then she hit Mister
Stevie one more time, but like a play hit and not like one where she
would spank my bare bummy.

"Brute!"

"Stacy, look.  I know you've got a lot of pent up anger and frustration
about everything that's happened since you lost your husband.  I'm not
going to diminish your anguish, and I'm certainly not going to lessen
your need to express your grief.  If you wanna talk and get things off
your chest some time, then you're welcome to pull me off to the side so
we can sit down for a while and share a tender moment.  Since I've only
recently moved into town I don't have a social life to speak of, and
with my new lifestyle and two lovely guests the only thing I need to
worry about is making sure to keep you and Erin safe and well fed.  My
new job will allow me to stay here almost all the time, so you don't
need to worry about being alone or having to come home to an empty
apartment.  As far as I'm concerned I can either be your new big
brother, your secret boyfriend, or just a guy you're living with until
you decide to move on to new and better things.  I won't make any sort
of assumptions about our private activities unless you want to express
some affections of the most innocent sort, just like Erin does.  She
loves to be held and cuddled and kissed, and as far as I'm concerned you
can have a few hugs and maybe even a kiss if you're a good girl."

"Tee Hee!"

It sounded strange for my Momma to giggle like a little girl, but I
liked it when she did 'cause it was like she wanted to pretend to be
Mister Stevie's little girl like me.

"Now ... I was about to take my little girlfriend to bed for a little
while so she can be rested up so we can go shopping for dinner.  Once
she gets up and I put her clothes on why don't we go to the grocery
store and buy some things that are a bit more appropriate than ... the
stuff I mentioned before?  After that we'll have a nice dinner, sit for
a while and get comfy, and then you can get some rest."

"Steve?"

"Uh huh?"

"I gotta work for a little while tonight.  Do you mind?"

"Of course not, Stacy.  Let me get a door key for you.  What time do you
have to be there?"

"Around ten."

"Then you need to get some rest.  Put your things down, get your room
straightened a little bit, take a nap, and after Erin wakes up we'll all
go to the store."

"Kay."

"Be ready to leave around five.  That should give us enough time to buy
a few things, eat dinner, get cleaned up a little, and then you'll have
time to get ready for work without having to run around in a panic."

"You're so good, Steve."

"Naw.  I just wanna play with my little girlfriend."

Before I knew it Mister Stevie let go of my Momma, picked me up super
fast, and started tickling me on my tummy and under my arms and all over
the place.  All I could do was squeal and wiggle and laugh super hard
'cause of all the neat tickle feelings.  I liked Mister Stevie so much
'cause of the way he played with me and made me feel so happy.

I wasn't scared no more after he tickled me 'cause Mister Stevie told me
we were gonna play even more later on.  Mister Stevie was being so good
to me and my Momma and I was gonna try really hard to be extra special
good so he wouldn't have to be angry with me none.

"Thanks, Steve.  Erin looks so happy being with you.  I'll be ready to
leave at five."

"Okay, Stacy.  Erin and I will be in my room until then."

My Momma got down close to me, held both my hands, and then talked all
soft and not mean.

"Be a good girl and take a nap, okay, Erin?"

"Can Mister Stevie take a nap with me, Momma?"

"Mister Steve is gonna be with you all the time now, Angel.  He's gonna
take care of you a whole bunch, so he'll be taking naps with you, and
giving you baths, and even play with you when he has a chance.  But you
have to remember that sometimes he has to do grown up stuff, so you
can't act like a spoiled brat or a baby, okay?"

I didn't wanna say 'yes' 'cause Mister Stevie already let me act like
his baby girl, but if I didn't say 'yes' then my Momma would get mad.

"Kay, Momma.  I'll try to be a big girl."

"That's my girl.  Now, go with Mister Steve and take a nap."

"Kay."

My Momma gave me a kiss and then she went out of the potty room.  After
that Mister Stevie picked me up and took me to his bedroom.  I didn't
see if Mister Stevie did his lock thing but he did close the door so we
could take a nap all by ourselves.

Just like the night time Mister Stevie pulled the blanket back and
helped me get under it and he even didn't make me put my panties on.
For a tiny minute when Mister Stevie was putting some things away in his
big closet I didn't know if maybe he was gonna forget to take a nap with
me so I told him something.

"Mister Stevie?  Aren't you gonna get in bed with me?"

When Mister Stevie looked at me after a tiny second he had a big smile
on his face and I could tell he liked me to ask him things.

"Would you like me to?"

"Uh huh!"

Mister Stevie got close to the bed and he put his face really close to
me so he could talk to me all quiet and soft.

"Am I supposed to take all my clothes off like you?"

"Uh huh!  That way you can hold me super close and make me feel all
protected and stuff like the other night time."

"You're gonna have to tell me what to do when I get in bed, okay?"

"Kay!"

As soon as Mister Stevie took all his clothes off he did the lock thing
on his door, and then he got in bed with me under the blanket.  After he
was all the way inside he pulled me kinda close and then he didn't say
nothing for a tiny minute.  I guess he wanted me to tell him stuff some
more like before.

"Are you ready now, Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh.  Tell me what I need to do, Angel."

"Kay!  First, you gotta turn me around so my bummy is touching you."

"Like this?"

Mister Stevie pulled me backward in the bed until my back was pushed up
against his tummy and my bummy was pushing where his peepee was.

"Uh huh!  Then you gotta put your peepee in my bummy hole and make it do
the in and out thing a little bit slow for a long time until I wake up
so I can feel good."

Mister Stevie kissed my ear on the other side of the bed and talked
super quiet like we were sharing a secret.

"That doesn't sound like it's gonna make you sleepy, Angel.  It sounds
like you wanna play the tingle game again.  Is that what you want?"

Even though my Momma didn't want me to act like a baby I knew Mister
Stevie liked me to, so I used my best baby voice and talked all super
soft like maybe I was really sad.

"Please, Mister Stevie?  Just for a tiny little while."

Mister Stevie kept giving me little kisses on my ear and neck and gave
me a whole bunch of fun tingles on my boobies and pink points with his
fingers, but not the super jumpy horsey kind on my peepee for a little
while.  I liked the fun kind of tingles too, but I needed to feel the
better tingles in my bummy from the magic powers in Mister Stevie's
peepee and then the ones inside my peepee hole with his big finger too.
The only time he ever gave me so many super good tingles was when my
Momma was at her work place, but I couldn't wait that long 'cause that
would be night time and I would have to wait like forever for that time
to come.

"You haven't gone poopee today, Erin, and the last time I gave you a
whole bunch of good tingles inside your bummy hole was after we took a
bath and I cleaned your bummy really good, remember?"

"Oh ... yeah, I forgot, Mister Stevie."

"So we can't do that kind of game for a little while until you and me
take a bath after you go poopee, okay?"

"Is that when my Momma goes to work in a little while?"

"Uh huh."

"Is she gone to work yet, Mister Stevie?"

"Not yet, Angel.  She won't be going to work tonight until after you've
had your bath and then go to bed."

I felt super sad and felt my tummy get all twisty and my tears started
to come out a little bit.

"But I need the good tingles, Mister Stevie.  I need to help your
special powers get super strong so you can make my bummy feel good and
my peepee get all those super jumpy horsey tingles a whole bunch."

When I was starting to cry a little bit and talking at the same time
Mister Stevie pushed his hand nice and gentle between my legs and he
started to rub my super dooper tingle bump in my peepee crack like he
wanted to give me some slow tingles.  It felt kinda good and I liked it
and all that, but I needed to feel full inside my bummy some more and
then feel that super better tingle all the way inside my peepee.  What I
didn't know was how smart Mister Stevie was.

"Angel?  Will you let me do another kind of nice tingle so my special
powers can get better and so your peepee can feel good inside a little
bit?  It's gonna be different than before and it might even hurt a tiny
bit, but if you're a big girl then we can do it."

"Will it really hurt, Mister Stevie?"

"Well, it might.  I don't know for sure until we try.  That's part of
the process of finding out if my special powers will work for you 'cause
you're still such a little girl.  I didn't wanna try it so soon 'cause
your mommy is still close, but if you wanna try it, then we can."

"Please can we try it, Mister Stevie?  Please?"

"Okay ... but first we need to do the licking and sucking game for a
tiny bit and help my special powers grow for a little while, 'cause your
mommy is close and I need a lot more power than ever before."

"Okay!  Can I suck on your peepee right now?"

"Sure, Baby.  Turn around and get on top of me."

Just like Mister Stevie said I turned over and put my bummy on his face
close to his mouth so I could help him make his special powers get
better.  For a little while he licked me super soft and slow so I knew I
needed to make him feel good, so I put my mouth on his peepee and licked
and sucked and then I made it go inside my mouth until the fat part was
all the way inside.  I liked the strange taste of his special magic
powers 'cause I knew if I tasted it a lot I was doing a really good job.

I must have forgotten all about Mister Stevie licking my peepee and
bummy holes 'cause pretty soon I could feel the really good super jumpy
horsey tingles starting to come back.  His tongue was going all over the
place between my legs and it felt so good for my new best friend and
pretend Daddy to lick me all the time like that.  What felt the best was
when he went from my peepee hole, then to my bummy hole, and then to my
super dooper tingle bump and sucked on it really hard and licked it at
the same time.  Oh, it felt so good to be in bed with Mister Stevie so
we could take naps together.

Just like all the other times my legs and bummy and peepee were jumping
all around on their own on his face and I couldn't do nothing to stop it
so I tried super hard to think only of making Mister Stevie have the
same tingles so he could give me his special cream.  My mouth went up
and down a super lot, and when I felt Mister Stevie starting to push up
in the air a little bit and lift me up too I knew he was starting to get
most of his special powers back.  Just like Mister Stevie told me I did
the sucking and swallowing over and over and over until I felt his
peepee get super big and then jump inside my mouth a whole bunch of
times really fast.  That's when he gave me more of his special cream so
I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed until it was all gone.

I was so tired from my tummy and legs and bummy and peepee jumping all
up and down on Mister Stevie's mouth that I didn't know it when he was
turning me around so I was on top of his tummy but with my tummy on top
of his instead of my bummy.  When I had that neat dreamy feeling like
maybe my eyes weren't working Mister Stevie opened my legs a little bit
and he started to rub his peepee in my peepee crack a little bit.  It
tickled a whole bunch, but I liked the new tickles and smiled at the new
game that we were gonna do.

Pretty soon Mister Stevie was rubbing his peepee on my super dooper
tingle bump inside my peepee crack and it made a whole bunch of those
really good tingles come back.  My peepee must need lots of super good
tingles 'cause before I did anything my peepee was pushing down and
liking the new tingles a whole bunch.  The more my peepee was pushing
down the better it made me feel and then Mister Stevie started to rub my
peepee even more.  After that I could feel his peepee rubbing on my
peepee hole and then I remembered what Mister Stevie said about the new
game hurting a little bit, but it didn't ... at least a whole bunch.

For a long time I was liking the tingles going all over my peepee and
tummy and all over my body from the way Mister Stevie was rubbing me so
much up and down inside my peepee crack and a little tiny bit inside my
peepee hole.  Even without Mister Stevie putting his tongue on my super
dooper tingle bump or inside my peepee hole I started to feel those
really good jumpy horsey feelings, and my legs and tummy and bummy
started to tingle and jump up and down really fast.  Oh, those special
tingles and all of Mister Stevie's super powers were coming back again.

The tingles were a whole bunch better than I thought and I felt my
peepee tingle and jump around like I was feeling super good.  My peepee
must have liked the new tingles even more than that 'cause my whole body
was feeling the better tingles for a little while too.  Then I felt
Mister Stevie's peepee go inside my peepee hole like his finger did
right in the middle of the super good feelings.  Maybe there was a tiny
bit of hurt when his peepee went inside or maybe it was just some of his
super special magic powers, but after a tiny minute of the tingles going
all over the place and my peepee doing the jumpy horsey thing on his
peepee I didn't feel no more of the hurt Mister Stevie told me about.

Even with my tingles jumping around a little bit in my insides my peepee
still wanted to feel more tingles and I was pushing down a little bit
more on Mister Stevie.  Each time I pushed down his peepee went inside
my peepee hole a little bit more.  It was a whole new and different kind
of full feeling inside my peepee, but I also felt the tingles coming
back again so I kept pushing down a tiny bit each time.  A little bit of
his big peepee would go inside my peepee hole and make me feel full and
tingly, and then I would push down again so I could feel a little bit
more.

Pretty soon my peepee was all filled up, and there was this whole new
tingle like when Mister Stevie was pushing his peepee in my bummy hole
and his big finger inside my peepee hole and his thumb was rubbing my
super dooper tingle bump in my peepee crack all at the same time.  I was
liking that tingle a lot, so I did a little bit of the jumpy horsey
thing all by myself and it started to feel better 'cause my tingle bump
was rubbing somewhere on Mister Stevie a lot.

All of the good tingles were making me feel good, so I did the up and
down thing with my peepee and Mister Stevie was holding onto my bummy to
help.  I liked it when Mister Stevie helped me move up and down 'cause
it made it easier to get the better tingle feelings for a long time.
When I felt a really full feeling inside my peepee and then the super
jumpy horsey feelings at the same time I fell asleep.

When I was waking up and opened my eyes I could see Mister Stevie's roof
in his bedroom and Mister Stevie was lying down on the bed with his face
between my legs and giving me a whole bunch of super good slow licks.
He licked my peepee hole the most and kept kissing it and using his lips
to suck on it over and over again, and I giggled 'cause it tickled so
much.

"Tee Hee!"

That made Mister Stevie stop and I was sad, but he didn't let me feel
bad at all.

"Did my little angel have a good nap after I helped her go to sleep?"

"Uh huh."

"Is my licking making you feel good right now?"

"Uh huh."

"We have a few minutes before I have to get you dressed so we can go buy
some groceries.  Would you like for me to lick you for a little bit more
until we have to get dressed?"

"Uh huh."

"Good girl.  You just lie there and let Mister Steve take care of his
best little girlfriend for a little while, then."

" kay "

Just like Mister Stevie said he held my legs against the sides of his
head and put my feet on his back so he could give me a whole bunch of
super long and nice licks.  I felt so comfy with Mister Stevie's lips
and tongue on my peepee like that, and I was gonna ask him to keep his
face between my legs as much as forever.  Mister Stevie really liked to
lick the fat soft parts of my peepee and suck on them like a popsicle so
they would pop out of his mouth with a little noise.  It felt tingly
when he did that over and over again and he kept doing one of my peepee
parts like that and then the other one and then the other one over and
over.

Mister Stevie was my super best friend, and I was hoping that he could
be my for-real pretend Daddy in a little while so we could sleep
together and do the together peepee thing for a long time.  Then we
could take a bath so he could clean the inside of my bummy with his big
finger and then his peepee, and then we could play and have more jumpy
horsey tingles as much as I wanted.

It felt so good and I was so sleepy that I didn't know it when Mister
Stevie finished licking me and took me to his potty.  After I went pee
he carried me back to his bedroom and then helped me get dressed with
his bedroom door open.  That's when my Momma knocked on his door a tiny
bit really soft and then came in to visit with us.  When she sat down on
Mister Stevie's bed he was finishing putting my dress on.

"You really take such good care of my little girl, Steve.  I swear you
have a knack that I wish I had."

"I guess it's because I've always wanted to take care of a little girl,
Stacy, and now that I've got my opportunity I'm not going to miss any
chance to revel in the impossible dream of my being a father."

"Why aren't you a father, Steve?"

"I guess 'cause I've always been so picky about the girl I wanted to be
my wife.  You might have seen me on my best behavior, but I'll have to
admit few other women have."

"Come on ... you can't be *that* hard to live with.  I haven't known
you for more than a couple of days and I'm already falling in luhh "

Mister Stevie didn't say nothing after my Momma stopped talking, but he
had a little smile on his face and it was all red too.  After Mister
Stevie put my sandals on he let me lie down on his bed looking up at him
for a tiny minute and I saw his smile get super big.  That's when he
pulled my dress up a little bit, put his face on my tummy, and started
to tickle under my arms and all over my body until I was giggling and
laughing and wiggling all over the place.  Mister Stevie didn't tickle
me for a super long time, but I still liked the way he tickled me so
much even if it was short tickles on my tummy with his mouth.

Mister Stevie then lifted my dress all the way up to my chin and he did
his fingers on my tummy like they were pretending to walk around.  It
tickled and I giggled a little bit, but I think he was gonna say
something so I didn't wiggle around like before.

"Is my big girl gonna help her mommy and me go shopping now?  If my big
girl doesn't make a fuss and is a super good girl for a long time until
we come home then I'll give her a really good tickle later.  Would my
big girl like that?"

I liked it a whole bunch when Mister Stevie called me his big girl.  All
I wanted in the whole world was to be happy and be tickled lots, so I
made my head go up and down a bunch of times and then I looked at my
Momma to see what she was gonna say.  Before I got to look back at
Mister Stevie's face he put his mouth on my tummy and started to nibble
on my tummy and lick my innie belly button and make all the good tickles
come back a whole lot.  I laughed and giggled and squealed and wiggled
around a whole bunch 'cause it felt so super good to be his playmate and
get tickled so much.

It felt so good to be tickled on my tummy with his mouth that I forgot
what my Momma said one time and I lifted my legs and put them around
Mister Stevie's head super tight.  He didn't stop tickling and nibbling
on my tummy at all like my Mommy might and kept making me feel good.
But then when I was in the middle of my special best friend's tickles my
Momma said something that made Mister Stevie stop playing with me.

"I wish *I* was a little girl so you could tickle me like that, Steve.
It sure looks like Erin is having the time of her life."

Before I knew what happened Mister Stevie took his mouth away from my
tummy and then made me take my legs away from his neck so he could push
me closer to his big pillows.  As soon as I was almost all the way on
the other side of his big bed Mister Stevie grabbed my Momma by the
arms, turned her on his bed so she was looking at the roof of his
bedroom too, and pushed her down a tiny bit.

"Steve!"

My Momma had a scared look on her face for a tiny second, but as soon as
Mister Stevie saw that she wasn't like super scared he put his mouth on
my Momma's tummy and started to make grumpy bear sounds like he was
taking big bites of her tummy.  My Momma started to squeal and wiggle
and jump all over the place, but she was laughing really hard and
smiling a whole bunch, so I knew Mister Stevie was making her happy.  In
the middle of tickling my Momma Mister Stevie took his mouth away from
her tummy and told me to do something.

"Come help me, Erin!  We need to tickle your mommy a whole bunch!"

"KAY!"

"NO!  NO!  NO!  Please no more, hee hee hee, ha ha!"

My Momma was laughing like a whole bunch and looked like she was super
happy, so I helped Mister Stevie tickle her on any place I could reach.
Since Mister Stevie was holding her arms up over her head that made it
easy for me to tickle her under arms and she *never* let me tickle her
there 'cause she was super dooper ticklish there.  Mister Stevie kept
taking pretend bites out of my Momma's tummy and holding her legs down
with one of his legs and her hands up over her head with one of his big
strong hands.

About the only place I could tickle her good was under her arms and on
her boobies, but her top was in the way so I started to unbutton it
until I could see her boobie cover.  Just like I saw my Momma do when
she was getting undressed I made the hook thing come apart on her boobie
cover and then I could see her nice boobies.  Just like Mister Stevie
told me I started to tickle my Momma on her boobies and her hard dark
brown points on top.  Her laughs and giggles didn't stop but they
started to sound really different like maybe she was starting to feel
the good tingles that were a lot like the good tickles.

Since Mister Stevie was still tickling my Momma on her tummy and even a
little bit on her legs close to her knees with his mouth and she was
liking it so much I wanted to do the same thing.  After I made her top
come open enough I did the tickles with my fingers on one of my Momma's
boobies and then I did the pretend nibbles with my mouth on her other
boobie on her big brown point.  I tried to make the really big grumpy
bear sound but all I could do was do the baby bear sound.  My Momma was
still laughing and stuff but I heard her start to talk to Mister Steve a
little bit or maybe me too but I didn't know.

"Nuh!  No!  Baby!  Stuhh!  Mmmmm!  It feels guuhhh!  Nuuuuuhhhh!"

I guess Mister Steve must have seen what I was doing and he must have
wanted to not tickle my Momma so much 'cause he stopped biting my
Momma's tummy and put his hand on my back and put his mouth really close
to my ear.

"Let's stop for just a little bit, Angel.  Your mommy has had enough
tickles for a little while, okay?"

After I took my mouth away from my Momma's big dark boobie point I felt
a tiny bit sad, 'cause she was really liking the tickles, I could tell.

"Awwwww, Mister Stevie!  Can't we tickle my Momma a whole bunch right
now?  Please?"

"We have to go shopping in just a minute, Angel.  Sit up for just a
minute so we can let your mommy rest."

"Oh, alright."

I did just like Mister Stevie said and sat close to his big pillows and
crossed my arms like my Momma does when she's mad at me.  My Momma was
so tired that Mister Stevie had to put her boobie cover back together by
making the hook thing catch on the other part.  After that he did all of
her buttons until her top was all together again.  My Momma was just
lying there breathing super hard like we chased her on the playground
looking a little bit scared but also kind of a strange happy look with a
little smile.  I never saw that look on her face before and I wasn't
sure if maybe she was gonna get mad at me and Mister Stevie for tickling
her so much, but she didn't.

Mister Stevie helped my Momma sit up on his bed and pulled her close to
the edge where she was first sitting down.  Right away I noticed she was
breathing really hard like she did when she ran into the house up the
stairs and I was a tiny bit scared 'cause she only did that when she was
super scared of the bad men.  My Momma didn't say nothing right away and
just stayed there and looked at Mister Stevie for a long time.  She must
have been in like that super good dreamy feeling 'cause she didn't pull
her dress down.  Me and Mister Stevie could see her panties where her
peepee was inside and all the way to the top springy part near her belly
button like mine.

Mister Stevie must be like the best Daddy in the whole world 'cause he
pulled my Momma's dress down for her and then turned her so she was
sitting on the side of his bed so we couldn't look up her dress.  My
Momma just looked at Mister Stevie for a super long time and didn't say
nothing.  She looked strange but also kinda like she was happy 'cause
she kept giving Mister Stevie like this little smile.  I liked it 'cause
my Momma needed to smile a whole bunch after my Daddy didn't come home.

"Come on, Baby.  Let's finish getting ready so we can go shopping.  I
wanna treat you two to some barbecue chicken, potato salad, cole slaw,
baked beans, and a big plastic tumbler of ice tea."

Mister Stevie used my name on my Momma and I was a tiny bit jealous.  My
Momma just looked at Mister Stevie all super quiet and then she used her
baby voice to answer.

" kay "

"I messed up your hair a little bit when I was tickling you, so you'll
need to run a brush through it once or twice, Stacy.  Sorry, Angel."

"It's okay, Steve.  I don't mind."

And then I saw my Momma give Mister Stevie a little kiss right on the
lips like he kissed me.  I was super surprised but also a tiny bit happy
'cause pretty soon Mister Stevie might wanna be my for-real Daddy.

My Momma got up off the bed after she kissed Mister Stevie just that one
time super fast and ran out of his bedroom.  She even closed the door.
Mister Stevie turned to me and I was still a tiny bit mad with my arms
crossed 'cause we didn't get to tickle my Momma a whole bunch.  That's
when he grabbed one of my feet and pulled me all the way across his bed,
and while he was pulling me my dress went all the way up in back until
it was almost to my head in back.

That's when Mister Stevie started to pretend bite me on my tummy and
even inside my panties after he pulled them down a tiny bit.  It felt so
good that I couldn't be mad no more and giggled and laughed.  After he
gave me a couple of nice licks on my peepee he rubbed my peepee with his
hand and then talked all soft to me with a big smile on his face like he
was super happy.

"Did my big girl like the way we played today?"

"Uh huh!  Lots!"

"Good!  From now on we're gonna have lots of fun so both you and your
mommy can be happy, okay?"

I was so happy I jumped up and gave Mister Stevie a super good hug.

"Thanks, Mister Stevie!"

"Let's take you to go pee one more time so we can go shopping."

Mister Stevie picked me up and carried me to his potty and just like he
said he helped me go pee.  Even after that and 'cause my Momma couldn't
see none he gave me a tiny lick so I could giggle and keep smiling after
he pulled my panties up.

My Momma was super nice and happy when we went to the shopping place and
she kept holding onto Mister Stevie's arm or his hand even when I could
see her.  I liked the way my Momma was acting like she was all happy,
and I didn't make a fuss or act like a baby when I saw some stuff that I
wanted Mister Stevie to buy for me.  But Mister Stevie was smarter than
me and saw me looking at something that I didn't get to eat so much
since my Daddy didn't come home.

"Would you like some fruit cocktail for dessert, Erin?  Fruit cocktail
and a bunch of other fruit goodies are my favorite too."

My Momma tried to be quiet, but I could hear her talking to Mister
Stevie.

"No, Steve!  She doesn't need it."

"But, what if *I* wanted some and wanted to offer it to both you and
Erin for dessert, Stacy?  Can't I do that?"

"But Steve ... "

Mister Stevie turned my Momma so they were looking at each other and he
talked all soft but also a little bit like he was a real Daddy.

"Stacy ... we've already talked about this.  I told you that I'm not
going to restrict what you two get to eat in my place.  You might have
been on a really strict budget before, but that might change in the near
future.  I don't have many financial restrictions and enjoy lots of the
nice foods that you used to, so please let me treat you and Erin with
the comforts of a well-balanced diet and a few luxuries, okay?  Please?"

My Momma leaned forward and got close to Mister Stevie but she didn't
hug him super tight like she was gonna kiss him or nothing.  Even when
she was close to Mister Stevie and looking right at me with a tiny sad
face she made her head go up and down one time like she wanted to say
'yes' and used her baby voice to say a word too.

" kay "

"Do you have a favorite, Baby, or do you enjoy everything in this area?"

"Pears."

"Okay.  Pears for you.  Get three cans."

Mister Stevie kinda pushed on my Momma a tiny bit and she got three cans
of pears.  He then turned to look at me and then put his face super
close to mine and even put our heads together so our foreheads and noses
were touching.  I liked it when Mister Stevie did that and I smiled.

"And what about you, Kitten?  Besides the regular fruit cocktail what
else would you like?"

I wanted to tell Mister Stevie, but I was a tiny bit scared 'cause my
Momma might get mad at me.  When I turned to look at her she smiled at
me and then talked really soft.

"It's okay, Erin.  Mister Steve wants to buy something for you, so go
ahead and tell him."

"You won't get mad, Momma?"

"No, Baby.  I promise I won't get mad.  Tell Mister Steve."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Can I ... "

"Come on, Sugar.  Please tell me."

"Can I have some extra cherries ... the red and green kind?"

Mister Stevie's smile got all super big and he put his face on mine like
before.  When he made his head go up and down one time he gave me a tiny
kiss on the lips and then gave me a small hug.

"You get to have both the red and the green kind if you want, Kitten."

My Momma was already starting to get the little glass jars of my all
time favorite extra special dessert on my ice cream, but Mister Stevie
told her no and I got all scared super fast.

"No, Stacy.  Not those."

"But, you just told Erin "

"Not the little jars.  Get the big ones, Silly!  I like Maraschino
cherries just as much as my little girl does.  I'll bet you'd like a few
extra in your fruit cocktail, wouldn't you?"

"Steve!  The big ones?"

"Sure!  That way we can all have one of each color everyday in some cola
or lemon soft drink You'd like that, wouldn't you Erin?"

"YEAH!"

"Oh, and Stacy ... put those small pear cans back and get the bigger
ones.  I kinda like pears too."

As soon as my Momma put the stuff back she got the bigger ones and then
Mister Stevie got the super big can of mixed fruit and let it drop
inside the basket behind me.  After that he got some whipped cream that
comes in a big plastic bucket, and we never had that before.

Mister Stevie took my Momma and me all over the store and filled his
basket all the way up.  I never saw so much food ever and I was so happy
that I almost couldn't sit still.  Mister Stevie kept tickling my legs
outside my dress when I was sitting in the basket seat and every time I
would giggle and wiggle around a little bit.  My Momma tried to make me
not wiggle around so much but Mister Stevie was smart and just told her
that he would hold onto me so I wouldn't fall or something.

The last thing Mister Stevie got was a big basket thing with wheels on
it so he didn't have to carry all the bags of food with his hands.  My
Momma was really happy 'cause she didn't have to hold none of the bags
like before and she didn't say no bad words about her hands hurting when
we rode the bus home.  It felt good to sit on Mister Stevie's lap and
give him lots of hugs, and my Momma even held his hand and leaned on his
side like she was a tiny bit tired.  I liked riding with Mister Stevie
'cause nobody bothered me and my Momma on the way home like all the time
before.  Mister Stevie was a super good protector for both me and my
Momma, and I was gonna be happy for a long time.

Just like Mister Stevie said he got a little barbecue chicken in the
small pretend plastic house, and potatoes, and this new salad that I
never had before that he said tasted really good, and some beans that my
Momma said might make my mouth get all tingly.  Just like the last time
Mister Stevie took my dress and panties off while my Momma helped set
the table and serve stuff.  Before Mister Stevie carried me back to the
kitchen from his bedroom he told my Momma something from his door.

"I'm gonna take Erin to the potty, Stacy.  We'll be there after we wash
our hands."

"Kay!"

After I finished and Mister Stevie wiped my peepee hole he put me on his
fuzzy rug and then licked my peepee really good for a tiny bit.  I liked
it when he gave me lots of good tingles and I didn't say nothing until
he was all done.  After he stopped licking my peepee I whispered a tiny
bit like a baby, and Mister Stevie smiled.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can I give you a tiny bit of good tingles for a minute too, please,
just for a tiny minute?"

"Sure, Angel."

In a super hurry Mister Stevie opened his pants and I helped him get his
big peepee out.  With me on the fuzzy rug without no panties he stayed
on his knees and let me give his peepee lots of nice slow licks and
sucks.  It felt good to see Mister Stevie get all happy and feel him
push his peepee into my mouth like he wanted the jumpy horsey feeling.

I was a tiny bit surprised when my peepee and that super tingle bump was
starting to tell me they needed to feel good too, so I stopped licking
and sucking on Mister Stevie's peepee, lay down on the fuzzy carpet with
my legs super far apart, and then pulled his peepee closer to my peepee.

"Let's do it again, okay Mister Stevie?"

Mister Stevie put his hands under my legs, pulled them up in the air
like he wanted to hold me upside-down, opened them all the way up like
he wanted me to sit on a horsey, and then he made his peepee tickle my
peepee tingle bump and then rub on my peepee hole.  It felt good for him
to make the good tingles come back, and pretty soon I could feel Mister
Stevie pushing his peepee inside my peepee hole a tiny bit.  That's when
my head said something and I couldn't stop it from coming out.

"More, Mister Stevie!"

For a nice little while Mister Stevie did the mommy and daddy thing with
me, and it made my insides feel all super good.  I knew all his special
powers were still strong, and we were gonna do a whole bunch of special
private things all the time ... even when my Momma was in his house.

After we had a tiny bit of good tingles Mister Stevie stopped and pulled
his peepee out of my peepee hole.  I didn't want him to, but then I
remembered he wanted me to be a good big girl, so I didn't say nothing.
All I did was smile, rub his peepee, and tell him all soft.

"Thanks, Mister Stevie."

"You're welcome, Baby.  Now, let's wash our hands so we can go eat."

When Mister Stevie carried me into the kitchen I saw how special my
Momma did on the table and it looked like we were gonna have a big party
or something.  All the food was ready and even my small drink glass was
there next to Mister Stevie's with a green and red cherry in it like
Mister Stevie said at the shopping place.  I was so happy.

Like before Mister Stevie held me on his lap but he didn't give me any
special tingles on my peepee 'cause he helped me get my chicken off the
bones and stuff.  Both my Momma and Mister Stevie laughed a whole bunch
when they looked at me when I was eating 'cause I must have had chicken
juice and barbecue sauce all over my face.  Mister Stevie didn't even
wipe my face until I was finished with the chicken and just held me
close so I could feel safe.

My Momma and Mister Stevie talked a whole lot when we were eating and my
Momma was smiling a super bunch.  She got to eat as much as she wanted
and I even ate some extra potatoes and beans.  The salad was new and
different and I liked it a whole bunch, but I couldn't eat no more after
Mister Stevie let me clean up my plate.  After I stopped eating Mister
Stevie wiped my face super good and even had to wipe my boobies and my
tummy a little bit 'cause I let some barbecue sauce fall down on me.

After all my food was gone Mister Stevie let me drink as much of my soda
as I wanted and my Momma didn't tell him 'no' or nothing.  It took me a
minute to get the red and green cherries with my tongue but they tasted
so good once I was able to catch them.  And then Mister Stevie drank his
soda all the way and used his fork after he licked it clean to get his
red and green cherries so I could eat his too.  It seemed strange to eat
the cherries from his fork, but I smiled and got to eat them all up.

When all of us stopped eating my Momma got up from the table and started
to clean everything up.  When she talked to Mister Stevie she used her
mad Momma voice and talked like she was a tiny bit angry.

"Now Steve, you take your playmate with you to the bathroom and finish
wiping her clean so you two can visit while I get this kitchen cleaned."

"Stayyy-Seeee!"

"No, Steve!  Please let me do this ... okay?  Please?"

"Okay.  Come on, Kitten.  Let's wipe your face and get the rest of that
chicken and barbecue off of you."

"Kay!"

Mister Stevie carried me like I was his for-real baby and made me feel
so happy.  My tummy was all full, I got to eat lots of cherries for
dessert, and my best friend in the whole world and pretend Daddy was
holding me super close like we were in love and stuff.  When we got to
the potty Mister Stevie wiped my face first and then my boobies and then
even my tummy a little bit where there was this tiny spot of juice on
it.  Then he looked up at my eyes and gave me a super big smile.

"You want a quick lick while your mommy is in the kitchen, Angel?"

" kay "

Mister Stevie put me on his fuzzy rug again and made my legs go way
apart just like before.  We could hear my Momma washing the dishes and
stuff and Mister Stevie licked my peepee all super slow like we were all
by ourselves, and I knew he couldn't waste his special powers, so I
didn't get mad that he wasn't gonna lick me like super lots.  I liked it
when Mister Stevie went slow and licked me really nice 'cause it made my
peepee tingle super lots and made me feel even more happy than before.
Mister Stevie didn't take a super long time like when it was night time,
but he still gave me a tiny good tingle like a small jumpy horsey
feeling.  I liked that a lot.  I wanted to do the special peepee
touching game like before, but we didn't.

"Let's go visit with your mommy for a little while before you have to
get a tubby, okay?"

"Are you gonna take a bath with me again, Mister Stevie?"

"Remember what I said about when your mommy is close, Angel?  We can't
do all of our super good tickle games like we do in private unless
nobody will find out.  When we take a tubby together we do *lots* of
nice tingle stuff, don't we?"

"But, can't we just do a tiny bit of tingles for a little while, please
Mister Stevie?  You give me good baths much better than my Momma does."

"Why don't you ask her if I can give you baths all the time from now on?
Maybe she'd like to rest for a few minutes before she has to go to work,
and that way you and I can do a tubby together."

"Kay!"

"Now ... one more nice lick and we need to go visit with your mommy."

"Lick my peepee good, Mister Stevie."

Mister Stevie did just like I asked and licked my peepee *super* good
for like a minute or something.  He even gave me another quick tiny
jumpy horsey tingle, but not like the super good ones.  After that he
wiped my peepee one more time and carried me to his couch so we could
sit all snuggy and wait for my Momma to finish in the kitchen.

Mister Stevie kept looking where my Momma was and even when she was
super close and could almost see us he kept rubbing my peepee and my
boobies all soft and slow.  It felt good for him to give me lots of slow
rubs and I kept my legs apart so he could touch my peepee and rub my
super dooper tingle bump like he was trying to make me feel good super
slow.  I wanted Mister Stevie to rub me faster and harder, but with my
Momma so close I knew his special powers might get in danger, so I just
pushed my peepee into his hand and let him rub me any way he wanted.

When my Momma got done with the kitchen stuff she talked to Mister
Stevie for just a tiny second and then went to her room.

"Back in a minute, Steve."

As soon as my Momma was in her room and closed the door I pulled my
panties down, got up on Mister Stevie's legs, and put my peepee on his
mouth.

"Hurry, Mister Stevie!  Lick me super fast!"

Mister Stevie did just like I wanted and gave my peepee a bunch of super
good licks, but he didn't do it for like a long time and just a tiny
little bit.  I wanted more but I remembered I needed to be a good girl.

"I'll give you more nice tingles later, Angel."

"Kay."

He helped me pull my panties up, I sat back down on Mister Stevie's
legs, and I put his hand on my peepee so he could keep rubbing me and he
did for a long time.  We waited for my Momma to come out of her room for
a long time and Mister Stevie kept pushing his fingers up and down my
peepee crack and even inside my peepee hole for a tiny bit.  It felt
good when he did that a whole bunch, but I needed to feel more tingles
and my peepee was getting all itchy like it was telling me that he was
supposed to put his peepee inside it like really soon.  The tingles in
my tummy were getting bigger a whole lot and I could feel my bummy and
my peepee saying that I needed to take Mister Stevie to his bedroom so
we could do some more secret stuff, but my Momma came back out too fast.

When we saw her she was all dressed to go to her work place and she
looked a little bit happier.  I didn't know what time it was or if maybe
I forgot to take a bath and go to bed, and I felt a little bit scared.
When I didn't go to bed like my Momma wanted me to she would get mad and
sometimes spank me on my bare bummy, but this time she came to sit next
to Mister Stevie with a smile on her face.

"Steve, would you mind if I left early?  I'd like to run an errand on
the way to work, and if I leave now I'll have just enough time."

"That's fine, Stacy.  I was thinking about when Erin needed to get a
tubby and if you might prefer to do it if you were here, but I suppose I
can take care of that duty from now on."

"Oh, my gosh!  I completely forgot about that!  I'm sorry, Steve.  Maybe
I can take care of her bath first, and if I have time I might be able to
take care of my errand before work."

"No, no, no!  You don't have to do that, Stacy.  I don't mind tending to
her needs like that.  It makes me feel as if Erin really *is* my own
little girl, and I love the feeling I get when she lets me wash and
clean her until she's tired and happy.  You go ahead and get going and
take care of your errand.  I'll get her cleaned up and we'll go to bed
after that."

My Momma was smiling so much and seemed to like Mister Stevie helping me
all the time so I wanted to ask her another question.

"Momma, can Mister Stevie take a bath with me everyday, please?  Since
you gotta go to work when I gotta take a bath Mister Stevie can give me
a bath as much as every day, and that way we can play in the tub and get
clean too."

"ERIN!  You can't take a bath with Mister Steve!"

"Why not, Momma?"

"Because the poor man will *never* have a chance to wash himself with
you wanting to play all the time.  I know you wanna play with him and
stay close to him all the time, but he's gotta do things so he isn't
always so cramped up all the time.  Good gosh, Sweetie, he can't even
sit down on his own couch or at his own table without you wanting to act
like his baby girl.  If you were to get in the tub with him he wouldn't
be able to wash his hair or any part of his body."

"But I can help Mister Stevie, Momma, honest!  He washes my hair good
and makes sure I'm all clean and everything ... even my bummy after I
go poopee.  I can help Mister Stevie take a *good* bath, Momma."

"Steve ... I'm so sorry about this.  I know you've been tolerant of her
being attached to you like a baby barnacle, but you don't have to keep
putting up with her living connected to you like some obscene benign
growth that you had to carry around."

"It's okay, Stacy.  I really don't mind.  I know I've kinda spoiled her
a little by acting as her slave and personal attendant, but if you don't
think it's a good idea for us to take a bath together, then I can't very
well argue with you.  After all, you're her mother and have the right to
dictate how I treat her every day."

"No, Steve.  It's not that.  I'm just so overwhelmed by everything that
you're doing for us that I just don't know when it's all gonna end.  I'm
afraid if my little girl keeps asking for everything like you were her
real father you might get tired of it and toss us out onto the street or
something.  I know this doesn't sound right, but I can't risk losing
such a wonderful friend and protector like you just when I've met you.
It all still seems like a dream, and I don't want to wake up."

"You don't need to worry about me tossing you and Erin out, Stacy.  I
couldn't possibly risk hurting either of you.  After what happened this
morning with the loss of your own place I'd feel horrible if you had to
live on the street.  Besides, I adore the way Erin wants to be held and
cuddles with me all the time.  If it weren't for her constant need for
attention I think I'd be more miserable than both of you two combined.
I need Erin, Stacy ... just like I think I need you."

"Then ... you really don't mind her living attached to you like some
perverse Siamese twin or something?"

"Of *course* not!  I crave her touch as much as she needs mine."

"Then ... I guess it's okay.  Sure, Erin ... you and Mister Steve can
take a bath together, but you better not make a mess or splash too much
water, or Mister Steve is gonna tell me and I'm gonna spank you."

I didn't like my Momma telling me that she was gonna spank my bare bum
again, but I did like her telling me that me and Mister Stevie could
take our bath together like every day from now on forever.

"Did you hear me, young lady?"

"Yes, Momma."

"Alright, then.  Just behave and listen to Mister Steve.  Do what he
tells you and don't argue when you have to go to bed."

"Yes, Momma."

"Good girl.  Steve ... I wish I could say or do something to repay you
for all the wonderful stuff you're doing for us."

"Stacy ... I told you before, Honey.  I'm the lucky one here.  Don't
worry about it, okay?"

"I guess.  Okay ... I need to get going.  You two have fun in the tub
and then get a good night's sleep.  I should be back around six or seven
tomorrow morning."

"You still have the key I gave you?"

"I put it on my key ring where my old ring was."

"Fine.  Just be careful and call me if you need anything."

My momma was gonna go out the front door, but she stopped and had this
scared look on her face like maybe she knew the bad man in the building
was gonna hurt her or something.

"Steve ... I know this is gonna sound really stupid, but what's your
last name again and telephone number?"

"Kipling.  264-3262."

My momma wrote the stuff down on a piece of paper, put it in her purse,
and then started to leave again.

"Okay ... I'm off, then."

"Have a nice night, Stacy.  See you in the morning."

"Bye, Momma!"

"Bye, Baby.  Night, Steve."

After my Momma left and closed the door both me and Mister Stevie heard
her turn the lock thing with her key so we could be all safe.  I really
wanted to jump up and take Mister Stevie to go take a bath, but I tried
super hard to wait a little while so he wouldn't get mad.  I finally
couldn't wait no more and got up on my knees so my mouth was really
close to Mister Stevie's ear.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"I think I need to go poopee now.  Can we go take a bath after that?"

"Sure, Kitten."

Mister Stevie lifted me up, carried me to the potty, and then he put my
bummy down on that plastic ring around the big hole.  Just like the last
time I was feeling kinda scared when I made a big poopie, but Mister
Stevie didn't say nothing bad or get mad at me 'cause my poopies smelled
awful like my Momma said.  After I went pee Mister Stevie wiped my
peepee first and then wiped my bummy hole really good but also not hard
like my Momma does.  When he made the potty empty I waited until all the
noise was gone so I could whisper to Mister Stevie so nobody could hear
anything I was saying.

"Can I have some more bubbles in the tubby, Mister Stevie?"

"Yes you may, Kitten.  You can have as many bubbles as the last time."

I was so happy I smiled and hugged my new best friend and pretend Daddy
a whole bunch.  Mister Stevie was making me feel so good all the time,
and he never said bad words, or tried to spank me, or made me do nothing
that I didn't want to.  It was like the best days I could remember.

Mister Stevie let me put lots of bubble juice in the tub when the water
was coming out of the thing with the knobs, and pretty soon everything
was all full of bubbles higher than anything.  I was so excited 'cause
it looked like a super big white mountain.

This time Mister Stevie lifted me up like a baby, held me close to his
body when he got in the tub, and when he sat down the bubbles got super
high and even went up to our faces.  That's when I knew I put too much
bubble juice in the tub, but Mister Stevie didn't do or say nothing bad
except smile at me.  It was like he was waiting for me to say something,
and since my Momma always wanted me to tell the truth I knew what to do.

"I'm sorry, Mister Stevie."

"For what, Kitten?"

"I put too much bubble juice in the tubby."

He looked at me with a Daddy face and didn't say nothing for a tiny
second.  When he did he got really close to my face and talked real
soft.

"What are you gonna do next time, Erin?"

I felt really sad 'cause Mister Stevie might spank my bummy for doing
something bad like I wasn't supposed to, and I could feel a little bit
of a cry starting to come out of my mouth.

"I didn't mean to make so much bubbles, Mister Stevie, honest!"

"I know you didn't, Kitten, but ... what are you gonna do next time?"

"Not use so much bubble juice."

"Okay ... then we don't have to talk any more about it, do we?"

I looked right at Mister Stevie's eyes and tried to think of what I was
supposed to do.  I was confused, 'cause my Momma would spank me if I did
something bad, but Mister Stevie didn't.  What he said next time made
the sad feelings all go away super fast.

"The only thing we're gonna have to do is use the water wand to make a
little of the bubbles go away so we don't end up making them go all over
the bathroom, and then in the hall, and then out the front door, and go
all OHHH-VER the building!"

"Tee-hee!"

It felt good for Mister Stevie to make me laugh a little bit, 'cause my
Momma would spank my bummy really hard when she was mad.  Mister Stevie
didn't even want to spank me a tiny bit and just wanted to laugh and
play games, so I was feeling super good and really happy.

Mister Stevie looked funny pushing some of the bubbles out of the way so
he could use the water washing hose thing, and pretty soon most of the
super tall bubbles weren't as high no more.  We still had lots to play
with and build white castles that went up the wall, and snowmen that
fell into the water when they got too tall, and then I even put some on
top of Mister Stevie's head to make him look silly.  He didn't get mad
or nothing and let me put as much on him as I wanted.  I liked Mister
Stevie a super bunch, 'cause he let me play as much as all the time.

When I was putting big handfuls of bubbles on his head Mister Stevie was
rubbing my boobies and playing with the pink points super soft but still
in a nice way to make my whole tummy tingle.  He liked to play with the
pointy part and tug on them a tiny bit like he was trying to make my
boobies get as big as my Momma's, and I wanted him to get them super big
so I could be a big girl really fast.  But then I felt a buzzing tingle
inside my tummy when he was playing with the pointy hard parts between
his fingers and thumbs in a soft way.  He was a super smart Daddy guy,
because he looked at me and talked all quiet.

"When I roll your nipples around like that does it give you good or bad
feelings, Kitten?"

"Good!"

"Do you want me to do it some more, or stop?"

"More!"

"Okay.  I'm gonna play with your boobies for a little while so you can
put more bubbles on my head."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can I rub your peepee while you play with my boobies and the pink parts
that get all hard and tingle a super lot?"

"Of course you can, Erin!  When we're in the tub together you can touch
and play with my thing as much as you want to.  That way you'll be
giving me a bath at the same time as you're playing."

" kay "

There was so much bubbles I couldn't even see his peepee, but Mister
Stevie was the bestest Daddy ever, 'cause he knew what to do.  He used
the water hose thing to make more bubbles go away so we could see each
other without no more bubbles, and then I could see his peepee easy.

It was fun to sit on Mister Stevie's legs close to his knees and look at
his big peepee when I played with it.  He didn't make me stop or nothing
even when I wanted to use both hands to go up and down a whole bunch.
At the same time he was playing with my boobies and the pink points, and
he never stopped rubbing and touching them for like a long time.  It
felt good for Mister Stevie to touch me so much, 'cause I felt all
better and not scared no more.

When I saw Mister Stevie close his eyes a tiny bit with a smile on his
face I knew he was liking the way I was playing with his peepee, and
there was this really strong tingle inside my tummy that told me to do
something to make him feel good.  Mister Stevie might get mad at me for
doing something without asking permission, but my tummy was telling me
to do it anyway, so I leaned forward and put my mouth on his peepee.

Mister Stevie didn't get mad or nothing, and he even made a tiny happy
grumpy bear sound like he felt good when I put his peepee inside my
mouth.  It felt good to make my pretend Daddy happy, so I made my mouth
go up and down on his peepee for a long time.  If I was lucky I could
help Mister Stevie get his powers back super fast.

That's what happened in a tiny little while, and pretty soon Mister
Stevie was making lots of louder happy grumpy bear sounds like he was
feeling super good, but he didn't use his hands to push my mouth off his
peepee at all.  Then Mister Stevie got the jumpy horsey feelings like I
did when he licked my peepee really good, and I remembered how to help
him get all his super powers to come back and pushed my mouth as far on
his peepee as I could.

When I felt Mister Stevie's peepee get super hard like a hot stick in my
mouth I knew I was doing a good job, and pretty soon I was gonna get as
much of his special cream as I wanted so I could grow up into a big girl
super fast.  The first time I felt some of Mister Stevie's cream shoot
into my mouth I was almost not ready, but since his special powers were
important I remembered to swallow as much as I could like I did when he
gave me my own glass of soda pop with the red and green cherries.

Mister Stevie made lots of cream come out and he did the jumpy horsey
thing for like a long time.  I felt really happy, 'cause I knew I helped
him to make his special powers even better than anything.  It was like
Mister Stevie and me were supposed to be super good playmates and do all
sorts of private and special things together by ourselves so we could be
happy forever and ever.

But my mouth was starting to get tired from being opened so much for a
super long time, and I didn't want to stop, but it was hurting a tiny
bit.  Mister Stevie didn't get mad or nothing when I took my mouth off
his peepee, and he just watched me when I sat on his legs and looked at
his face for a minute while my hands kept rubbing his peepee up and down
really slow.

"Did I make you feel good and help your super powers get better, Mister
Stevie?  I hope so, 'cause I wanna make you happy."

"Mmmmmm!  You really made me feel good just now, Kitten.  Thank you."

I was so happy that I wiggled closer to my bestest friend in the whole
world and hugged him super tight like he was my for real Daddy.

"I'll make you feel good like that as much as you want me to, Mister
Stevie, 'cause you make my peepee and my bummy feel good too."

Mister Stevie hugged me with both of his strong hands and rubbed my back
all the way from my head to underneath my bummy.  When his tickle
fingers went underneath my bummy I could feel them rub around in circles
on my bummy hole, and I remembered that he was gonna clean me all over,
so I lifted my bummy up so he had more room.

Mister Stevie did both the cleaning thing with his fingers and also the
feel good thing on both my bummy hole and my peepee hole.  It was like
he didn't know what was making me feel good, and he kept going to both
holes over and over again.  That's when I could feel some of the nice
tingles deep inside my tummy, so I told him.

"Mister Stevie?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Can we do the mommy and daddy thing for a tiny little while, please?"

"Sure, Baby ... and after that I'll clean your bummy with my thing as
long as you want."

"You're gonna do both, Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh ... unless you don't want me to."

"NO!  I want you to, Mister Stevie!"

"Okay ... get up on your knees just a little bit so my thing can go
inside your peepee really slow.  I don't want to hurt you, so we have to
be careful and go slow, okay?"

" kay "

Just like he said I got up on my knees and then let Mister Stevie push
the tip of his peepee into my peepee hole, and as soon as his peepee was
rubbing at the right place I started to go down really slow.  I never
knew it could feel so good to do the mommy and daddy thing when we were
taking a bath, and pretty soon a new tingle started to fill me up inside
my peepee like the jumpy horsey feeling, but I wasn't going up and down
like before.

There was this like super strong tickle way deep inside my peepee that
came from nowhere, and my body must have liked the feeling, 'cause my
bummy and legs started to jump around and my mouth started to make lots
of scared baby sounds like I was crying, but I wasn't sad or nothing.
It was like I needed to yell super loud to let all the good feelings
come out, but not like I wanted to yell at some dumb boy on the
playground or something.  It was like a whole new better tingle feeling,
and pretty soon I was doing the jumpy horsey thing a whole bunch.

In the middle of the best tingle feelings Mister Stevie pushed one of
his big fingers into my bummy hole and put his mouth on my lips like he
was gonna kiss me super good, and all I could do was let him do anything
he wanted.  Mister Stevie sucked on my lips, and wiggled his tongue
inside my mouth, and kissed me like we were in love and married and
everything, and the tingles got even better 'cause I knew Mister Stevie
was gonna be my boyfriend and my pretend Daddy as much as I wanted.

It was the happiest feeling in the world for me, 'cause we were doing
the mommy and daddy thing in the tubby, and Mister Stevie was cleaning
my bummy hole with his big finger, and he was kissing me like we were
really in love and everything.  When the best super good tingles were
inside my peepee and my body jumped around I went to sleep.

The next time I woke up I was in bed with Mister Stevie, and he was
holding me super close to his body, but he didn't have his fingers or
his peepee inside my peepee hole or bummy hole.  I wanted to feel more
good tingle feelings, so I used one of my hands to push between us so I
could find his peepee, and in just a tiny minute I put it back inside my
peepee hole until I was all filled up like in the tubby.

I felt so good I let a little good baby sound come out and smiled when I
talked all soft to Mister Stevie.

"Thanks, Mister Stevie."

"For what, Angel?"

"For always making me feel super good.  I like the way you make me feel
good with your finger, and your peepee, and even when we're just all
alone like right now and not doing the jumpy horsey thing."

"I'm glad you feel good, Kitten.  Little girls are supposed to feel good
with their big boyfriend, especially when they're all alone and they
both want to feel good."

"I feel super good, Mister Stevie."

"Good.  I'm glad."

"Mister Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can we do the feel good stuff all the way until the morning time,
please?  We didn't do it so must the other night time."

"Hee, hee ... sure, Kitten.  We can do it as much as you want.  If I
fall asleep and forget I want you to help me remember and put my thing
back inside your peepee hole or bummy hole, or even inside your mouth if
you want to do that."

"Honest, Mister Stevie?  You won't get mad if I wanna do anything to
feel super good all night?"

"No I won't, Erin.  I'm supposed to help make you feel good as much as I
can, even when I'm asleep."

"Kay.  Thanks, Mister Stevie."

"You're welcome, Angel."

Just like Mister Stevie said I wanted to feel good some more, so I
turned around so my bummy was pushing on his tummy, and then I put my
hand between my legs so I could find his thing.  In just a tiny minute I
felt it get all hard again, and pretty soon I pulled it so it was
touching where my bummy hole was.  Mister Stevie must like to do the
bummy tingle game a lot, because his thing was making me all wet so we
didn't need no slicky juice at all.

For like a super long time Mister Stevie let me push my bummy backward
to his tummy so I could make all the good feelings come back, but he
didn't get mad or nothing.  All he did was give me lots of kisses on my
ears, and my neck, and held me super snug and tight so we could play our
game all quiet forever.

After I got the nice tingle feelings that were almost as good as the
super good jumpy horsey feelings I got all sleepy.

The next time I woke up I was lying on top of some pillows, Mister
Stevie was on top of me from behind, and he had my bummy way up in the
air like I was pretending to be a froggy or something.  His hands were
holding my legs and tummy, and I could feel Mister Stevie pushing his
thing inside my bummy back and forth super slow but really far over and
over and over and over again.  Maybe he didn't want me to know, so I
pretended I didn't get awake and just let him do the feel good thing for
like a super long time until he made the happy grumpy bear sounds and
stopped with his thing inside my bummy super far.  It felt funny for him
to jump around and play the jumpy horsey game with his thing in my
bummy, but I didn't mind.  I liked it.

It felt good for us to play our secret game again when I was already
asleep, and I almost made laughing sound so Mister Stevie could hear.
He must have not been listening super good like my Momma, 'cause he
didn't get mad or nothing.  All he did was take his thing out of my
bummy, lift me up off the bed, take me to go potty, and helped me as
much as I needed.  After we were both all done and the potty water went
down the big hole Mister Stevie washed us really good with the baby
wipes and then carried me back to bed.

Mister Stevie really must want me to be his for-real little baby girl,
'cause he hugged me super nice and gave me lots of kisses after we got
back in his bed.  I liked pretending we were in love and married and
stuff, and I let my big pretend Daddy lick my tongue and suck on it like
he sucked on my tingle bump where my peepee was.

When I started to suck on his tongue and play the same kissing game it
made Mister Stevie really super happy, 'cause he gave me lots more super
long kisses that made me all tingly and stuff.  I think he must have
been dreaming about me being a pretend mommy, 'cause he kissed me like a
real mommy for a super long time.  I liked that almost as much as when
Mister Stevie wanted to do the licking game with my peepee.

I must have been super sleepy and stuff, 'cause I didn't wake up for a
long time.  Mister Stevie must have forgotten that we needed to play one
of our secret games, 'cause his thing wasn't in my peepee or bummy or
nothing, so I used my hand to find it.  His thing wasn't super hard or
big like normal, and I was a tiny bit scared, 'cause his powers might go
away and we couldn't play none of my favorite games in the morning time,
so I wiggled down under the sheet and put his thing inside my mouth so I
could help his powers come back.

It took a little tiny while, but after I sucked and licked his thing and
pretended it was a popsicle it got hard again and his special powers
must have come back.  Maybe Mister Stevie might get a tiny bit mad like
my Momma if I woke him up in the night time, but I didn't want his
special powers to go away, so I wiggled up to the opening a tiny bit,
held onto his hard thing with one hand, and helped it go back inside my
peepee where it belonged.

It took me a tiny little while 'cause I wasn't sitting on top of his
tummy, but I was able to push my peepee and get his thing to go a tiny
bit inside.  After that Mister Stevie used his big hands to help me, and
pretty soon he pushed his thing all the way inside my peepee where it
was supposed to go.  It felt good to pretend to be a for-real mommy all
the time, and I knew Mister Stevie was gonna help me do the baby thing
for like forever.

The next time I woke up it was already starting to be the morning,
'cause it wasn't dark like before in the night time.  I was hoping
Mister Stevie would stay with me for like forever, even in the morning
time, but I was all alone on his bed.  For a tiny minute I got scared,
like maybe Mister Stevie had to go away and leave me all alone, but I
heard the potty make the loud sound, so Mister Stevie was just doing his
potty stuff.  When he came back I reached out like I needed to be picked
up like a baby, and Mister Stevie had a big smile on his face and did
like I wanted.

After he took me to go potty and got me all clean he took me back to his
bed and put me down so he could give me some licks.  It felt really good
for him to lick my peepee super slow and for a long time, and all I did
was hold onto his head and make sure he didn't stop.  The only way I let
him take his mouth away from my peepee and that super tingle spot was
after I got this super good jumpy horsey feeling again.  It felt good,
but I got sleepy again.

Pretty soon I was able to wake up, and Mister Stevie let me eat cereal
without putting my panties on.  It was like me and Mister Stevie were
being a real Daddy and little girl, 'cause he didn't act like nothing
was wrong or nothing.  I got to help him clean up the dishes and do all
of his chores, and after that I helped him do some moving stuff.

We opened his boxes, put lots of nice house stuff away, and pretty soon
it was almost time for my Momma to come home.  Mister Stevie must have
wanted to make my Momma happy, 'cause he was doing things pretty fast
like everything had to be put away so my Momma wouldn't get mad.  We
only had three big boxes of books and stuff to put away when we heard
the lock thing on his door.

For a tiny minute I was scared 'cause I didn't have my panties on, but
after Mister Stevie picked me up and carried me to his door and my Momma
saw me with no panties she didn't get mad or nothing.

"Well, hi you two!"

"Hi, Stacy."

"Hi, Momma.  Are you coming home now?"

"Yes I am, Erin, and I feel a lot better now that my little girl is safe
and has someone to keep her company."

"Uh huh ... I'm safe, Momma, 'cause I got to sleep with Mister Stevie
all night, and we've been doing some house stuff with his boxes so you
could be happy."

Mister Stevie must have liked what I said, 'cause he gave me a kiss on
my head close to my eye and then talked to my Momma.

"Yeah, my little helper has been doing a really good job of helping me
unpack my stuff so this place will look more like a home than where a
bachelor lives."

I didn't know what a batch-a-lot was, but it must have been bad, 'cause
Mister Stevie didn't want one to be around inside his house.

"She isn't making it difficult for you to get things done, is she
Steve?"

"Not at all.  In fact, Erin has really helped to keep me on track.  It's
almost as if she wants to help get things done so we can play in a
little while after we get something to eat."

"We can play, Mister Stevie???"

"Hee, hee ... yeah, I didn't think my daughter would miss that play
reference, Steve."

"Not to worry.  After everything is put away she'll get all the tickles
she wants after a snack, and then she'll get a nice nap."

"All this talk about food is making me hungry, so how about if you
dragged my little girl to your bedroom and wrestled with her until I get
changed?  After I start on a meal you can both come out to help me."

Mister Stevie looked at me super long like he was doing the mean Daddy
look, but he didn't yell or spank me or nothing.  All he did was look at
my eyes and then whisper after a little while.

"Would you like to come with me for a little while until your Mommy
tells us she's ready for us to come help?"

"What are we gonna do, Mister Stevie?"

Even before we said nothing Mister Stevie started to tickle me all over,
and pretty soon I was laughing and giggling and squealing and wiggling
around.  It felt good to be tickled so much, and before I knew it Mister
Stevie took me to his bedroom and dropped me on his bed.  He didn't even
stop tickling me after that, and pretty soon I had to go potty really
bad.  But even when I pushed Mister Stevie's hands away from my tummy
and between my legs he didn't get mad like my Momma would.  I think
Mister Stevie was the best Daddy in the whole world, or he must have
been the best doctor guy too, 'cause he must have looked inside my head.

Mister Stevie took me to go potty, and after I was all done and clean he
put me on his fuzzy carpet and gave me some tiny licks for a little
while.  It felt good for my new pretend Daddy to always make me feel
good like that.

The rest of the day with my Momma and Mister Stevie was the bestest day
ever, and pretty soon my Momma had to go to sleep so she could get ready
for the work place at the night time.  Even after my Momma went to go
sleep me and Mister Stevie played all quiet in his room for a little
while.  He said he needed to start doing some work stuff on his 'puter
thing, and I remembered my Momma telling me not to be a spoiled brat
when Mister Stevie needed to do that.  But I didn't feel all super alone
or nothing, even when Mister Stevie was doing his work stuff on a small
TV with no cartoons or nothing, just pictures, and numbers, and
words,'cause I got to sit on his lap and play with a dolly when he did
his fingers on a funny clicking thing with letters and stuff.

Pretty soon it was getting time for my Momma to go to work again, and
after she got a tubby and dressed up all nice we ate some good food like
Mister Stevie said, and my Momma went to her work place with a big smile
on her face.  I liked it when my Momma was smiling, 'cause she didn't do
that so much no more.

Before I knew it I saw my Momma trying to be a pretend mommy with Mister
Stevie.  When she didn't need to go to the work place one night I heard
her ask Mister Stevie to come see something in her room, except she had
a funny look on her face like maybe there was a spider or something.  My
Momma told me to stay on Mister Stevie's bed under the covers so nothing
bad would happen, and then after Mister Stevie walked out she turned the
light off and closed the door.  I was a tiny bit scared, but I knew my
new best friend and super good pretend Daddy was gonna take care of my
Momma and not make her scared of the spiders.

Since Mister Stevie wasn't in bed with me to help me feel good with his
tongue, or lips, or fingers, or his big thing, I needed to rub my peepee
tingle spot for a long time by myself.  It felt good to play my secret
game by myself, but not as good as when Mister Stevie did stuff to me.

I was getting lonely too, so I couldn't wait no more.  Even with the
night time making it hard to see I got out of bed, went to the door of
Mister Stevie's bedroom, and was able to open it by myself.  Mister
Stevie or my Momma must not have locked it to keep me safe.  I checked
the kitchen, and the TV room, and the bathroom, but I couldn't find
Mister Stevie nowhere.  Maybe he needed to go buy something at the food
place, but he always took me with him, so maybe not.  A sound coming
from my Momma's bedroom was different, so I walked really slow to go see
what kind of noise it was.

When I heard Mister Stevie doing the happy grumpy bear sounds and
talking like he did when he put his thing inside my peepee, or bummy, or
my mouth, I got a tiny bit scared.  Nobody did that stuff with Mister
Stevie except me, so I needed to see if my pretend Daddy was okay.

As soon as I opened my Momma's bedroom door and looked inside I knew why
Mister Stevie was making those happy grumpy bear sounds.

Mister Stevie was sitting on the side of my Momma's bed without any of
his clothes on, my Momma was sitting down on the floor between Mister
Stevie's legs without any of her clothes on, and she was doing the
sucking and licking thing with his big thing inside her mouth.  Except
my Momma could make his thing go super far inside her mouth more than I
could, and I guess it's 'cause she was a real Momma and not a little
girl like me.

Pretty soon Mister Stevie made the super good grumpy bear sounds, was
holding onto my Momma's head, and he made his thing go in and out of her
mouth like even more than he did with me.  As soon as he did the jumpy
horsey thing inside her mouth and she swallowed like Mister Stevie
showed me how to he moved really fast and picked my Momma up so she was
going onto her bed super fast.  Before I could even see it Mister Stevie
put my Momma's legs in the air, he put his mouth on her peepee, and gave
my Momma a bunch of really super good licks.  It was only a tiny minute
before my Momma started to make the happy grumpy baby bear sounds, and
she was pulling on his hair and holding his ears super tight when he was
licking her peepee and sucking on her tingle bump really hard.

My Momma must have needed to have some good tingle feelings, because she
made lots of really loud grumpy baby bear sounds, jumped all over the
bed like maybe she needed to do the super big jumpy horsey feeling, and
then she got all super quiet when her body got jerky and really still.

After that she woke up a tiny bit, looked at Mister Stevie with this
really happy but scary look, and then she pulled him up on top of her
body so she could feel his thing go inside her peepee hole.

For like a super long time Mister Stevie did the in and out thing with
my Momma's peepee hole, and my Momma made lots of softer grumpy baby
bear sounds, but not like super loud like before.  It looked kinda neat
to see what it looked like for my Momma and Mister Stevie to do the baby
thing with each other, and I guess that's how it looked when me and
Mister Stevie did it all the time, except Mister Stevie didn't push like
super hard with me like he did with my Momma.  It looked like he was
trying to push her all the way to the pillows and the wall, 'cause her
body was moving up and down a super lot when he pushed his thing deep
inside her peepee hole.

Just like me my Momma went to sleep after she had another super good
tingle feeling, and Mister Stevie just slowed down a tiny bit so he
didn't hurt my Momma.  I liked Mister Stevie, 'cause he wasn't mean to
me or my Momma.

Mister Stevie must be the best Daddy in the whole world, 'cause when he
looked at me at the doorway he didn't get mad or nothing.  All he did
was smile, keep doing the peepee game with my Momma, and talked all
super soft so he didn't wake my Momma up.

"How long have you been watching, Kitten?"

"I dunno.  A little while, I guess."

"What did you see?"

"Stuff."

"Come on, Angel.  I won't get mad.  You can tell me what you saw."

I felt a tiny bit scared, but I also felt good 'cause Mister Stevie
always treated me super good and wasn't mean, so I walked close to my
Momma's bed, watched Mister Stevie doing the peepee game with her, and
then waited to see what he would do or say.

"You can tell me, Sugar.  What did you see?"

"I saw my Momma sucking on and licking your thing, Mister Stevie."

"Yeah?  What did you think about that?"

"She can put your thing a whole lot super more than I can."

"That's because she's a grown up woman, Kitten.  With practice you'll be
able to do that just like your Mommy did."

"Can I put all of your thing inside my mouth like my Momma did?"

"Uh huh, but you need to do it a whole bunch for a long time before
you'll be able to do that.  Don't worry, Kitten.  It won't take long."

The sounds coming from Mister Stevie's thing going in and out of my
Momma's peepee hole were making my peepee start to tingle, and before I
knew it my fingers were starting to rub it all by themselves.

"What else did you see, Angel?"

"I saw you licking and sucking on my Momma's peepee, Mister Stevie."

"What did you think of that?"

"She likes it a lot ... just like I do."

"I think you're right, Angel.  What else?"

"After you gave my Momma some good jumpy horsey tingles with your tongue
I saw her make you get on top of her and do the peepee thing together.
She likes that even more than I do, 'cause she makes a whole bunch of
loud noise when she gets the super good tingles."

"Does that bother you, Kitten?"

"NO!  I like it when my Momma gets good feelings, 'cause she needs to be
happy, not like before."

"So, you're not mad at Mister Stevie for doing our secret games with
your Mommy?"

"Nuh uh!  It makes her feel good, and I guess it makes you feel good
too.  I want you to feel good too, Mister Stevie, 'cause then you can
make me feel good after a little while, okay?"

Mister Stevie must have been the best Daddy in the whole world, and he
must have gone to lots of doctor school places to learn all sorts of
stuff, 'cause he said something that I didn't even talk about.

"It looks like your tingle bump in your peepee crack needs to feel good,
Kitten.  Am I right?"

As soon as Mister Stevie said the words I looked down and I saw my
fingers playing with my super dooper tingle bump all by themselves.  I
didn't even have to do nothing, and my fingers knew to rub that special
place a whole bunch.  Mister Stevie knew a whole bunch, and if he ever
asked me something I needed to not tell a lie, 'cause he already knew
everything inside my head.

Even after he said all his words my fingers didn't stop playing with my
peepee tingle bump.  I felt all shaky like I was a tiny bit scared, but
I also felt super tingly, like maybe Mister Stevie wanted my fingers to
keep playing all by themselves.  As soon as Mister Stevie talked all
soft next time I knew I would always be a good girl for him.

"Come up on the bed so I can give you some good feelings, Angel."

I did just like Mister Stevie said, and pretty soon he put his mouth on
my peepee and gave me lots of good tingles, even better ones that
before.  Maybe it was 'cause he was making my Momma feel good with the
secret peepee game, or maybe it was 'cause he was using his finger to
play the pretend peepee game with me at the same time he was doing it
for like for real with my Momma and licking my tingle bump.  But when
Mister Stevie stopped playing the peepee game with my Momma and did it
with me right away, I was feeling a whole lot better.  Pretty soon I
started to feel the super good tingles, and then after that I felt the
super strong jumpy horsey feeling, and after my whole body jumped around
for like forever I went to sleep again.

When I woke up Mister Stevie was in bed with me again, and his thing was
inside my bummy hole really far.  That felt good, so I made my bummy go
back and forth so I could give Mister Stevie some good feelings like he
gave me and my Momma.

In a little while after like a whole bunch of days my Momma and me were
sitting in her bedroom by ourselves.  She had a tiny bit of a scared
look on her face, but she was talking all soft and not mean like before.

"Erin ... I need you to listen very carefully, okay?"

"Okay, Momma."

"Mister Steve is a very special person, and we can't make anyone get mad
at him for the secret stuff we do inside his house, okay?"

"I don't tell nobody what Mister Stevie does, Momma."

"I know, Erin, but it's really important that you remember to keep this
the best secret in the whole world.  You can't let anyone try to trick
you into telling our secret, okay?  Can you remember that?"

"Uh huh.  I remembered that from a long time ago, Momma.  But why do you
look scared, Momma?"

"Because for the first time since we lost your real Daddy I want another
man to do things with me ... with us that needs to stay a super special
secret.  Nobody can know that I ... that I let Mister Steve do lots of
private things with you, Erin."

"Private things, Momma?"

"Uh huh, like take baths together, and sleep together, and ... and play
lots of private secret special games together ... when you're in bed
and don't have any clothes on.  That's the most super special secret of
them all.  You have to remember never to talk to anyone about the
private stuff that we do, or the stuff that Mister Steve does with you,
okay?"

"I don't tell nobody stuff, Momma, honest."

"Good girl.  Now ... from now on Mister Steve is gonna be sleeping with
both of us, okay?"

"Both of us, Momma?  I don't get to sleep with Mister Stevie by myself
no more?"

"No, Erin."

"But why-eeeee?"

"Because, Silly, I need to feel lots of good tingles just like you do.
It wouldn't be fair for only you to get lots of good tingles all over
your body, would it?"

"I don't know."

"Let's put it this way ... if only I got to have good feelings, how
would that make you feel?"

"Bad!  I need lots of good tingles, Momma."

"Then, that's the same way I feel, Erin.  I need to have some good
tingles a lot too, so we're both going to sleep with Mister Steve, just
at different times."

"At different times?"

"Uh huh!  You get to have him at night, and I get to have him after I
get off work, sometimes at night, and sometimes in the daytime."

"We're gonna share, Momma?"

"That's right, Erin.  We're gonna share ... Mister Steve."

I felt a tiny bit sad, but I also felt a tiny bit happy, 'cause my Momma
really did need to have good tingle feelings, 'cause she didn't get none
after my for-real Daddy didn't come home.

My Momma gave me a big hug, kissed me on the lips almost like Mister
Stevie, and then she picked me up.  I thought she was gonna take me to
watch TV or something, but she took me to Mister Stevie's bed where he
was already under the covers and smiling when we walked into the room.

"Did you two work it out, Stacy?"

"Yes we did, Steve.  Erin knows she has to share you with me, just at
different times."

"And after our little talk you're okay with me having your little girl
and you in the same household, Stacy?  I told you before ... if this is
going to be a problem, then I'm sure we can make some sort of other
living arrangements."

"NO, NO, NO!!!  I don't have a problem with it.  I know you're good to
my little girl and give her the kind of love that all little girls truly
need, even if few of us ever get it."

"So you're okay with me teaching Erin the same things that your Daddy
taught you when you were her age?"

"Yes I am, and I know you'll be even more loving than he was to me."

"Good.  I'm glad you've finally accepted this.  Nobody has to know what
we do at home, and they certainly don't need to try to ruin something
that all of us find quite equitable.  I know you didn't mean to share
what you did about how your father taught you about love and sex, but
now that you don't have to hide that secret we can enjoy our future
together in a more open and honest manner."

After Mister Stevie stopped talking my Momma carried me to his bed,
pulled the sheet back, and then did the sucking and licking game with
his thing with me watching.  It felt good to see my Momma doing that
with Mister Stevie, 'cause now I could do it with him all the time too.

After a super long time my Momma stopped sucking on Mister Stevie's
thing really far inside her mouth, then she took my panties off, and
then she put in under the covers with Mister Stevie.  She covered us
with the sheet, kissed me on the forehead, she kissed Mister Stevie on
the lips like a real mommy, and then she walked out of Mister Stevie's
bedroom.  That's when Mister Stevie looked at me with a super big grin
and whispered all sweet.

"What would you like to do, Kitten?"

"Can we do all of our super good tingle games, Mister Stevie?"

"We can do anything you want from now on, Angel, and your Mommy won't
say a thing about it."

Me and Mister Stevie did all of our super special feel-good private
games all night long, just like he said.  We even did stuff in the
bathtub, in the kitchen, and even in front of the TV where my Momma
could see us.  She didn't get mad or nothing, and when Mister Stevie was
giving my peepee lots of licks this one time my Momma did the sucking
game on his thing at the same time.  It really made Mister Stevie happy.

After a little while and a whole bunch of days my Momma was smiling
super big and holding Mister Stevie's hand.  That's when she told me
something that made me a tiny bit scared.

"Erin ... from now on Steve won't be your best friend any more."

I didn't know why she was smiling, 'cause what she said made me sad.

"No, Momma!  I want Mister Stevie to be my best friend and pretend
Daddy, please?"

"Hush for a minute, Erin!"

"Stacy?  What did we talk about before?"

Her face got all sad, she looked at Mister Stevie like she was gonna get
a spanking, and then she talked all super soft.

"I'm sorry, Honey.  No more yelling."

"That's okay, Stace.  We've both got a lot of things to get used to."

My Momma smiled again, kissed Mister Stevie, and then smiled at me.  I
was still super scared 'cause she didn't want Mister Stevie to be my
best friend and pretend Daddy no more, but I was too scared to talk.

"The reason Steve won't be your best friend any more ... "

I was super scared, but I couldn't do nothing 'cause I was just a tiny
little girl.

" ... from now on Steve is going to be your real Daddy.  As of today he
and I are officially married, and we're not gonna live alone like we did
after your first Daddy went away."

After my Momma stopped talking I didn't know what to do.  All I could do
was stand there like maybe I was dreaming.

It was Mister Stevie who got down on the ground close to me, gave me
this super big hug, and then kissed me really soft like maybe he wanted
to pretend we were married like he said my Momma and him were.  He then
told me something that made me the happiest of my whole life.

"From now on I'm your real Daddy, Kitten ... and you're my little girl,
for real."

"For real ... Mister Stevie???"

"It's not Mister Stevie anymore, Kitten.  You get to call me Daddy from
now on, and for as long as you want to."

I don't know where the cries came from, but my eyes got all super wet
with tears and my mouth made lots of loud crying sounds.  I was super
happy, but my eyes and mouth made it seem like I was sad.

When Mister Stevie ... my new Daddy picked me up and carried me to his
bed I hugged his neck super tight, even tighter than ever before.  I
wasn't gonna be without a Daddy no more, and we were gonna be in love
and be married for real, just like in lots of fairytale books that my
new Daddy liked me to real to him when we were going to sleep.

Except the next night when we went to sleep even my Momma was in bed
with me and my new Daddy, and she didn't say nothing when I started to
make my Daddy feel good with the sucking and licking game.

I wasn't gonna be alone or unhappy no more, and me and my Momma were
gonna share my new Daddy all the time.

I love my Daddy, and he loves me too.  We play lots of neat private
games all the time.

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