TORTURE her with envy was the idea. Giggle. I showed her the massive walk-in closet (miles bigger than her entire bedroom, she marvelled – poor thin...g) with all my designer clothes, pointed out a couple of skimpy little dresses and told her how much they cost (how much they cost Daddy, that is, since it's his charge card I hammer), knowing it was more than she'd get to spend in a lifetime. Rub rub rubbing it all in."All this just for little old me, Cynthia, when people like you and your folks. I had no way to tell, if anyone would show up for the service and wake or not. If not the second keg would not be tapped but the first would go to the regulars as a gift from the Gunny.It was two hours later when Lucas came to me. "Boss, there might be a problem with Gus's memorial service." What kind of problem?" The obituary has gone sort of viral. It has been forwarded to other sites, ones I never heard of. People are asking questions on the forums and others are answering them. It just. . to hear you say that ... I almost can't breathe."She buried her face in his chest, happy beyond imagining that he hadn't pushed her away, or had in his eyes the look that said she had bared her emotions to someone who really didn't care what she was feeling. She'd been through that before. True, it had never been at THIS level, but she remembered the hurt of seeing that lack of caring in a boy's eyes.She pushed him away, firmly, but not with anything he could interpret as anger. "I need to. Because I wanted to feel my dick well, I pushed the diaper into the bottom of the plastic pants and my dick came into contact with the plastic. Through the precum, my dick slipped through the plastic pants and found that a wonderful feeling. Every evening I repeated this "ritual" and the feeling became increasingly horny. When I was alone once I suddenly felt the need to put on the plastic pants (without diaper). I lay down on the bed and started to pull myself off in the plastic pants. That.