Mother's Helping Hand/Virgin/Bunnykin/Mother/Savanah/Flirt/Arm/Back up/Condoms/Entertain

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Yeah, your mother said something about it being better to play a little hard to get with the bunnykin and that will make them more hot for you later or something, right? No, who are you kidding. You just don't really know what to do with them in "that sense" at all. Besides, it sounds like your mother has some kind of plan for how you are supposed to go from one step to another with these girls and you'd really rather not mess it up.

"umm... Ok, so, how about we go talk about some things over in the living room until my mother gets home?" You ask. "I.. really don't know a whole lot about bunnykin, do you think you could tell me a little bit?"

"Ok, sure!" Savanah agrees happily as she follows you into the living room. "But, uhhh... I can't... really... tell you everything. Ms. Whitetail says we shouldn't tell girls younger than 8 about... uhh... the stuff we like to do because they might want to do it too early."

"What's the stuff we like to do?" The little girl clutching her mother's thigh asks in a weak and uncertain voice that makes it sound like the only reason she spoke up is because a moment of curiosity overwhelmed her timidness.

"I just said I can't talk about that!" Savanah said. "I haven't even told her about you being, umm... yeah, but she will probably figure out something pretty quick because of the smell."

"What!? Smell!?" You ask, feeling a little concerned. Did you not shower well enough or something.

"Oh, no no!" Savanah responds in a fidgety panic. "I didn't mean you smell bad! It's really good! I mean, it's... Emily, do you like the way Jack smells?"

"Yeahhh.." The little girl confesses in response to her mother's prompt and then blushes and smiles at you as she tries to hide back behind Savanah's leg while peeking out at you.

"It's fine," Savanah says, "Jack says he really likes kids! You can go sit in his lap if you want." She didn't even ask you if it was Ok before she volunteered you. But then, it sounded more like a nervous mistake than anything. You didn't need to call that out or anything.

"Yeah, it's fine." You tell her as you take a seat on the couch and pat your leg. "Come on over here."

Emily looks up at her mother with an uncertain look on her face. Before doing much else with her though, Savanah just picks up her daughter and carries her over to you, and then sits her on your lap while she takes a seat beside you herself and cuddles in with her nose close to your arm-pit. She inhales deeply and then makes a really content sound. "You see?" She asks, directing her attention back to her daughter. "It's alright, Jack is nice. He's not going to hurt you."

The little girl cautiously watches her mother for a little bit before crawling up and putting both hands on your chest. She looks up to your face with a searching nervous look for a little bit, and then she cuddles into the opposite side of your chest, thankfully with her face pointed AWAY from your arm-pit. That was a little on the weird side when Savanah did that just now.

You notice that Emily's hand has gone down between her legs and she's gently and absent-mindedly rubbing herself for a moment, before suddenly looking scared and then stopping, casting nervous glances between you and her mother.

Oh boy. Well, it's not explicitly sexual. In fact, given the sorts of things Savanah said, it actually sounds like she'd prefer you not do something sexual with or in front of Emily. But, that certainly doesn't change the fact that you've suddenly got a couple of warm squishy female bodies laying on top of you.

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