TBaby/Jason/Veronica/Friday/Ronnie and Emily/Emily Tells You She Knows

You're sitting on the couch, with three-year-old Ronnie on your lap, her arms still wrapped around your neck and your semi-hard cock sandwiched between you when Emily's sits down beside you. As you sat down, you managed to extricate your hands and you're just hugging the little girl as her mother sits down.

"I, I thought you were going out," you stammer. Her thigh is pressed right up against yours and her robe has fallen open slightly so that as you turn to look at her you can see quite a lot of boob. Up to now all your experiences have been with young girls with flat chests. Although Emily doesn't have big tits like the women in the magazines and videos you watch, the glimpse you get causes your cock to spring back up ready for action. Ronnie feels it, giggles and moves back.

"I expect you had something planned," Emily says. She's smiling, so you're not really worried.

You shake your head. "Not really, just play with Ronnie for a while and then put her to bed as usual," you say.

"Unka Jason got willy," Ronnie says, grabbing it through your shorts with both hands.

You try to distract her, while at the same time can feel yourself turning beetroot red. "I, I…" You can't think of anything to say that would possibly help.

"It's all right," Emily says, still smiling. "I know what sort of games you and Ronnie have been playing while I was out."

You stand up, sliding Ronnie off your lap onto the floor. "I, I guess I better go then," you say. " I'm totally fucked," you're thinking. " I guess I'll just go and wait for the cops to turn up."

"Sit Down," Emily orders, using that voice that teachers use.

• She sends Ronnie to bed

• She shows you the recording