As the opera moved to its conclusion, I brought her hand to my mouth and tenderly kissed her fingertips. I looked over at her, and her head was back a...nd her eyes closed as a small moan escaped her mouth. By the time the performance ended, we were hand in hand...leaning in to one another.As the crowd left the opera house, I asked this goddess if she would like to join me for a drink. For years, I would get a hotel room across the street from the opera house so I could make a night of it. She. Rising up, I returned my mouth to hers in a long, deep kiss and slipped my hand down her panties. I squeezed her fresh, wet pussy, making her moan as our tongue toyed with each other. I guided her hand to my semihard cock. She started stoking it slowly as I massaged her pussy gently, spreading her juices all over her crotch from clit to asshole. She tightened a little when my fingers brushed her asshole. Her hand tightened around my cock, too. I alternated between rubbing her pussy and brushing. She huddled at the bed with me and started to look approvingly the page… And then she started to comment….“Wow, what boobs she has!” “That’s a naughty girl…” “Ouch! That has to hurt!” “Oh my, what a dong that guy has!”And with all those comments, my embarrassment went away, since Kristina was a real funny girl… but my horniness didn’t…Suddenly, Kristina asked: “Does looking at this turn you on?” and before I could answer, she places her hand beneath the sheets close to my dick. “Wow… It looks. ”I add my две копейки (two cents), “Brenda, you didn’t leave enough clothes or diapers for Tina and I just finished cleaning up the mess she made with her poopy diaper in Jack’s workroom.”I hear a new explosion emanate from Tina’s diaper and secretly smile knowing that Brenda was going to get to deal with the mess I created from feeding Tina fruit over lunch.Brenda about made me nauseous when she praised Tina, “That’s my good little girl.” Then she asked, “Where’s the changing table.”Louise.