Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
It soaks my panties when we make other people uncomfortable. Like the other day when I was dressed in a cute little skirt and sweater, with my pigtails pulled high on my head. I carried a small backpack purse and held your hand as we walked through the park. People could see that you are much older than me from a distance. Probably old enough to be older than my real Dad. I just look like your chunky little girl as we stroll, but things get uncomfortable when we sit on the park bench.
Instead of sitting beside you, I always sit on your lap with my legs dangling between yours. Sometimes your hand rests on my waist, but when we’re being really cheeky, you place your hand on my thigh and start to rub under my skirt.
