"Oh my God!" Dianne gasped, her mouth slackening, even as she nervously moistened her lips with her tongue tip. There was a horrifying aspect to his obscene confession, and she felt a sense of repugnance at her own self for the tiny sensations of lustful excitement his admission had sent rippling through her. At the same time, the young twenty-three year old woman realized that he obviously was not to blame, at least not entirely. "W-Who were these three girls you mentioned, Kye? Tell Dianne all about them… everything…!"

"Yes! Of course, if you really would like to know, Mrs. Dianne…" he started, then stopped as she reached out with her small white hand to touch him.

Dianne swallowed tightly. It was impossible for her to fix her mind on anything as long as he continued to even gently stroke his still rigidly hardened young penile flesh the way he was and she reached over to still his slowly massaging fist. She might have touched a shorted electric outlet! The hotly fired wetness of his blood-filled cock-head brushed against the soft palm of her hand, sending a mild current of sensual voltage racing maddeningly through her loins and belly.

Dianne caught at her hitching breath, jerking her hand away as if his young, hardened cock were a white-hot firebrand searing into it. Kye's dark eyes widened in a pleased expression, his teeth gleaming through stretched lips. He said: "You are excited too, eh Mrs. Dianne? I am glad! Now I know you are not and will not be really angry with me! Sometimes, the girls, they became angry for one reason or another… usually when business was not good, but if I offered to let them suck on me they grew very friendly and everything would be all right again! Maybe you would feel better if you sucked it, Mrs. Dianne…?"

"Kye! My dear God! Do you realize what you're saying?" the still mentally staggered young guardian spat at him, grasping the muscled sinews of his lean, naked arm with her long sharp nails.