"No I'm still going poop even while we'rewalking." I continue to fill my diaper as Karen pulls me by my hand as Iam pooping and peeing as we walk. Tha...n the smell of my poop hits me andwe stop walking and I squat much lower filling my diaper up."Wow did you poop in your diaper too?" I see her looking down at me likeI am the silliest baby in the world."I couldn't stop and I did poop too." I continue to cry, as I standalmost straight up now that I am finished going potty in my diaper."Mom is going. The people here didn’t have any sort of standardized measures so I could call it ‘three quatloos’ if I wanted. It didn’t matter what the actual weight was. All that mattered was that we pick a stone and say “That’s it.” and collect other stones the same weight. The catapult would cycle with a heavier load, but it didn’t move fast enough to get any range so we decided that that was the upper practical limit.They could fire one large rock and get it to go a couple hundred meters, but it wasn’t. She had become an expert lover by this stage and was even introducing Anton to new and exotic delights she had dreamed of during her lonely nights on the farm. As they lay in each others arm some time after midnight, Isabella mentioned the new opera in passing. Anton responded enthusiastically, saying he had tickets already and was very much looking forward to the event. He casually let slip that he had discussed it recently with the composer, Giovanni Pergolesi Isabella sat up, ‘You know. You put your hand around the back of his thigh and draw him towards you. Your head is level with the man’s groin. I follow every movement as you run your right hand, tantalizingly slowly, up the inside of his leg. As your thumb reaches his low-hanging balls and brushes against them, I notice his limp penis twitch in response. You now cup his balls in one hand and with the other, lightly run one bright red fingernail down the length of his penis, from the bush of curly, black hair, along the.