Inside, the girl breathes in deeply, smelling home. The first thing she does is head up to her bathroom and shower. It makes her feel a little anxious... washing dried cum off her legs. What did I do?Rory sighs as she emerges, completely fresh. She puts on a dress that she stopped wearing a little while back when her breasts began getting big. As a result, the ruffled fabric at the bottom is tugged up a few inches too high. Still, it is comfy and it is what she needs right now.Grabbing the brush,. Anyway, I’d not heard from Trudy until yesterday when she text and asked if we were still friends. I told her, ‘of course we are,’ and we chatted for a while. The last thing she did was to invite herself around for a coffee this afternoon.OK, so I’m a guy, and I don’t understand body language, nor can I understand subtle hints. To be honest I probably read all of the signs wrong. I thought she was just coming around for a coffee!It appears that I was wrong and that she had other ideas in her. He kissed her forehead & carried her inside the house. He laid her on the bed and took her shoes off, her perfectly manicured toes curling with the exposure. He trailed his fingers up her leg, feeling goose bumps rising with his featherweight touch. The sight of her sleeping roused something in him. He loved her deeply, his love and interest never waning as the time passed. With his love, followed a deep passion, embedded in every part of his body. Just watching her sleep made him desire the. She twisted and gyrated her hips as her hands slowly started hiking up her dirty brown dress. Her fat grotesque thighs were wet with sweat. She was wearing some kind of thick sweat tights over something bulky. In a disturbing way, she started humming an out of tune song while tugging and pulling down the tights, all the while stepping closer to the girl. She let the tights drop, exposing thick adult diapers. The r****t hugged the girl tighter to his body all the while going, “HUR HUR HUR, HUR.