TBaby/Emily/Friday Morning
You wake up when Ronnie climbs into your bed wanting a cuddle. You want her to go back to sleep but she keeps wriggling about on it soon becomes obvious what she wants. You lay her on her back and slide a finger down between her legs. She relaxes straight away and when your finger goes down between the lips of her pussy you can feel the hard little bump of her clit.
You suck your finger to get some spit on it and put it back. This time you can slide it right down between her lips and as she begins to respond, and the tip of your finger starts probing the entrance to her vagina, that stupid hey diddle diddle nursery rhyme comes into your head. You whisper it into her ear as you masturbate her all the way to a climax.
"There's a good girl," you say as she flops back. "You go to sleep now."
You watch her for a few moments, but your own pussy needs some attention and soon the same finger that was diddling your three-year-old daughter is buried in your own vagina, but it's not enough, so you find last night's vibrator and slip that in before turning it on. It's not your biggest one, but it is your favourite, shaped, more or less, like a real cock and it doesn't only vibrate, but it wriggles and moves in and out.
Eight inches of cock-shaped plastic buzzing and writhing inside your cunt is enough to get you off and no sooner have you turned it off then you fall back to sleep.