TBaby/Jason/Veronica/Second Thursday/1

"Never mind what I'm doing, you go back to bed," you say, picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom. She wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist, clinging on like a limpet, and you struggle to disentangle her.

You end up sitting on the bed with her on your lap. "Come on Ronnie, little girls need their beauty sleep," you say turning around and laying her down.

"Kiss," she demands, holding her arms up. You kneel on the floor beside the bed and lean over to give her a kiss. She promptly gets her arms around your neck pulls you in tight. You feel her lips pressed against yours, you can't help thinking of what they'd felt like wrapped around your cock, but once again your conscience takes charge.

Eventually, you leave her in bed with her thumb firmly in her mouth go back into the sitting room to finish what you started.

• That's what you should have done, but you're a teenage boy with a stiff cock that overrules your conscience