Pulling down the cord to the attic, he stepped up the old wooden ladder after having flicked on the lights from a switch near one of the shelves. The... attic was pretty big, and relatively spotless. It was hot though, the heat from the prior day’s summer sun still radiating within. The floorboards squeaked under his footfalls as he approached the area where he knew she kept various trunks. She had traveled much when she was younger and collected many things. Most were packed away in boxes. He. As I continued digging—which wasn't as easy as it sounded, the ground was pretty thoroughly packed—I thought it wise to back off. "I'm sorry, honey," I told her contritely."It's OK, darling," she said after a minute. "Look, I was a little rushed. I did it that last night; I'd just finished setting Bobby up with the cops and the reporters and I was on my way to meet him. I was living right over there"—I looked up and saw a high-rise luxury apartment building—"and it didn't seem smart to leave it. Greg’s question came right on the heels of Randy disclosing he had an unfulfilled fantasy of being with a white woman.“Don’t get me wrong,” Randy had said, “I love my sexy sistas, but their demanding attitudes can be a put off.”How got on the subject of sexual fantasies was unbeknownst to me. Randy had visited with us many times before and while he and Greg were working buddies at a construction company, and we often partied together, none of us had crossed the line into anything sexually. "We've got about another 30 miles to go... when we get there... if your diaper is dry... then I'll let you go pee in the bathroom like a man...well... sort of ... considering your current state of attire... " She finished adjusting the skirt... The bottom of the diaper could just be seen... She reached up with her left hand and squeezed my cheeks against the ball gag.. She pursed her lips "But... you little sissy... If I find that you wet yourself... peed your panties... diddled in your.