” “I get that way when I write. In case you were wondering she is wet and eager,” I tell you in my most sultry, ‘come hither’ voice. You s...mile as you say, “Oh I am more than aware what your writing does to you,” you wink and walk away. I frown and close my eyes. The urge to follow you fills my mind as my hand rubs the cloth covering my wetness. I can feel the damp moisture soaking into the fabric and the course grain tantalizes me. As I push the fabric inside me my desires for you increase. "You're much sexier than I expected, lana. I am glad that we are doing this." I unlocked the door and held it open for him and we entered. I closed the door, took a deep breath and became a slutty/horny/cock craving bisexual that I had always wanted to be. He pulled me close to him and started feeling my ass and groping me. I reached for his bulge, felt his cock and then I started to remove of his belt. But, before I got his pants off, he decided to shower. I sat on the bed and decided to get. While I was in bed, thoughts of my sister’s sexy legs came to mind. As other young males my age often do, they turn to the worn panties of their immediate female family members to seek masturbatory relief. In my case, it was my sexy sister Sarita’s previously worn panties. I proceeded to her room, rummaged thru her hamper, to find several pair among her dirty clothes. A yellow cotton brief, simple with elastic around the leg openings, was found first. Second pair, g-strings, again yellow in. Greg has never blushed so much before!Natasha said, "Ahhh, did wittle baby wet his pants? Come here."She grabbed his arm and took him into the closet. It was a big closet, it even had what seemed to be a changing table. Greg realized what they where trying to do and wanted to make a break for it, but they locked the door and pinned him down on the changing table."There now, these diapers are special and magic. The more and more you walk in these, the more a baby girl you'll become also, the.