Timothy promised to clean up the living room and food so the rest of us could crash out. The sisters settled onto my new, king-sized bed while Nikita and I squeezed onto the air mattress. We were virtually nose to nose. I could feel her eyes trying to pierce the enigma which was my mind. She wanted to fix me.
Hell, I was good looking, had a good job (if illegal), a friendly demeanor, was passionate, mostly honest, good with children, funny, brave and bold. Her dilemma was how to keep my s****l desires in check. What could she do to keep my c**k hers and only hers? I wished her luck with that. Any enlightenment was short-circuited by Aya wedging her legs in between us.
Despite the lack of space, the nine-year old wedged herself onto the air mattress, facing me and smiling sleepily. I wrap
