“Up,” she ordered.
“Wait,” he said. With as much care as if he were transporting a real child, he moved the bust of the sleeping infant several feet away. He then hopped up on the worktable, and bracing his arms, allowed her to pull off his shoes, socks, boxers and jeans, until he was naked from the waist down. She smiled as she drew close and reacquainted herself with his body. His legs were lightly dusted with sandy blond hair, a match for that on his head. They were strong and well-muscled, and his fat, flaccid c**k lay against his thigh. She placed her hands on his legs, stroking softly, pushing his knees apart.
Driven by a hunger she could not name, she stooped and took his d**k in her mouth, almost inhaling his length until her nose was pressed against the wiry thatch of his pubic
