Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
It was time for Johnny’s midday nap, but someone wasn’t sleepy. He was giving Mommy every excuse in his little book for why he couldn’t lay down and rest his busy body. He needed more juice, and his teddy needed a hug. Finally, Mommy had had enough of his games and put on one of his favorite movies; then, I asked him to come lay down on the couch with me.
Trying to compromise with the little stinker, I told him he didn’t have to nap; he just had to be still for thirty minutes. That’s a long time for any little boy to hold in his wiggles, but Mommy could see him rubbing his eyes. Finally, he agreed and crawled up on the couch to lay his head on Mommy’s bare thigh. My tiny little shorts had risen up while chasing him around all day, and Johnny couldn’t stop his teasing fingers.
