And your expert fingering of me just makes me even wetter. So, it is effortless for you to thrust into me at this moment.I moan with pleasure and wra...p my arms around your neck and legs around your waist.This movement of my legs lifts my open diaper up to press against your balls as your thrust in and out of me. Actually, it is almost like we are both wrapped in the diaper together. You feel the soft, semi-wet cotton against your balls, and it does send an added rush through you.You are not. She did the same except she used the hand on my back to push me in more, bringing her breast to my chest.I broke our kiss and whispered in her ear, “what about your mom?” She laughed and said that she doesn’t mind. I shrugged it off and leaned back in to kiss her. By now I had brought my hand from her back to her lower stomach, and from her thigh to her waist. As we continued making out I started massaging her breast with one hand through her wet bathing suit and massaged her upper crotch. She. He took after Dad, reckoned tidiness around the house was highly suspect in a real working class man. Any other childhood misdemeanors I should know about?”“You got a week or three to spare? Are you sitting real comfortably?”That got me a laugh. “Maybe we can get high one weekend and swap boasting stories. I’d bet that I can tell bigger lies than you can. You ever fished?”“Not seriously. Dad and I tried it out when I was around six, but it didn’t do a lot for us. Maybe I was too young and. She smelled of suntan lotion, coconut oil.He pulledthe belt over her hips, his hand grabbing the other belt and connecting them.He pulledthem tight."Don't want you falling out," giving it another tug, his hand enjoying thecaress of her silky skin."She watched him as he belted her into the seat, afraid to move, his hands lightlybrushing her skin, a strange tingle in her belly."The cuffs," he ordered the soldier in the back.Before she could protest, the young soldier reached over and grabbed her.