“Okay, Baby, you just hold very still and everything will be fine,” Mandy instructed. The high chair creaked as Mandy put her hands on the arms, then howled and threatened to fold under the additional weight as she straddled the arms facing backward. Kim thought he would surely pass out from the combination of fear, disbelief and excitement. Mandy’s succulent boobs were again crushed against his face and his nose filled with the light scent of her teenage perfume. “Hold on, Baby,” Mandy cautioned as she hugged Kim’s shoulders with one arm, extended the waistline of Kim’s diaper with the other and wiggled her posterior into position.
