There wasn’t even a hole visible besides that of her ass, and that was the tiniest little pink pocket. Mature sex No chance. I was in half a mind about whether to tell her everything I’d discovered but decided to just keep it off the table for now, and focus on the fact that Summer was ill. The girl I’d bounced on my lap all these years. Young boys and teenagers I would imagine, pictures taken with phones and webcams. She could keep her legs crossed, I said. I’d told her to cross her legs, and there she was with them splayed obscenely and imploring me to look at her. The nearest pharmacy was a fifteen minute drive and with the guaranteed wait there and the return journey, leaving my little girl alone in such a state wasn’t an option. To take it out and stroke it a little. This she must have stolen from her mother.
