Between quiet bookshelves in foster home for imaginary friends frankie, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… foster home for imaginary friends frankie”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “foster home for imaginary friends frankie” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “foster home for imaginary friends frankie”.