A warm mouth replaced the gentle fingers. I didn't use the empathic link. I was currently sated, addiction wise, and if I turned it on, I was pretty s...ure it would stay on until I passed out. Not that I couldn't turn it off – I just knew it was unlikely.It didn't take long for her to get what she wanted.I closed my eyes allowed myself to float ... dozing on a comfortable cool cloud of orgasmic afterglow and emotional contentment. That too was a hedonistic weakness of a sort. A mental vacation. The last thing was to write a fewlines about himself. He could not think of anything. In years past hehad said that he liked doing things like white water rafting, butthat had never been an activity for the lower camp. Only the boys inthe upper camp took an overnight canoeing trip each year. I've got tojust stick something there he said to himself. He wrote in a swirlyhandwriting that was like Penny's: "I've always liked fashion and Ican't wait to see the pretty dresses at the Cotillion this. I was now about to eat a pussy that my dad had fucked, as i stuck my tongue in making her sigh searching for her clit that was now swollen and throbbing, I probed my tongue in further licking the pink sweet flesh of her pussy, she gasped O god as I pushed my tongue in further making her back arch, she grabbed my head pushing my head into her pussy as she cried out a orgasm. I slowly pushed my fingers into her soaking wet pussy massaging her throbbing clit making her groan, before seeking out. I’d have been a lot happier if they’d just let me use the toilet on my own, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. My mother helped me to my feet and led me to my room, waddling from a very full diaper.The towel from the last changing was still on the bed, so my mother made me lie on it. She took my top off to keep it from getting soiled in the change. She unfastened my diaper and I was a mess from what I’d done. Between using the diaper and using baby wipes, mother cleaned me up thoroughly..