That depends. What do you want them for???I?I want?to fuck myself on them. Please.??As I said, ask properly.?A high, keening sound escaped her throa...t. She pushed her face into the blankets to muffle it. Finally, finally she managed to blurt out, ?Please may I have two fingers to fuck myself on, Master? Please? Please?? the last ?please? was a tortured groan.Good enough. Between one thrust of her hips and the next, he withdrew his hand entirely, leaving her grinding against nothing but. He went over to look out the window hung upside down, and looked out past the telephone pole next to it. "It looks like it's not going to rain," he said, trying to raise the low neckline over his gray chest hair. "I'll check the weather report," he told himself, stepping lightly to the bedroom door, not really wanting to wake his wife, still sleeping in their round, king-sized bed. The nightgown flowed, and the peignoir wafted behind him, caught on the breeze of his movements. "I'll milk and. "Do I really have to wear them?" I moaned."Yes you do until I can find something else, or you stop waking up wet.Oh they look so cute on you. Like a little baby girl. I should call youGeorgia instead."When she finished laughing I told her to enjoy it now because after I seethe Dr. we will figure this out and this diaper shit will end.She put my ear buds in and kissed me goodnight and started went to hercomputer. I thought nothing of it and reached down to play but couldhardly feel myself with. The anticipation of what was about to happen was all too much as Kevin shot his cum all over her face and down her cleavage. An experience that Mercedes had encountered many a time. They gazed at each other, Kevin appearing a little embarrassed about his little accident. Then they both collapsed with laughter as neither of them had expected that to happen, certainly not Mercedes. She supposed sometimes it's inevitable when you haven't been with a woman for a while. She raised her head, grabbed.