I didn't realize what it was at the time, but my cock head, with the protective fabric of my underwear wet with my pre-cum, had probably dipped into h...er vagina a little and back out. Her suggestive hip movements continued and I realized that she was turned on.I didn't want to leave her (or me, for that matter) hanging, so I quickly doffed my underwear and returned to the spoon position. Carly continued to roll her hips, and my bare cock felt fantastic as its tip bounced off of various parts of. "Momma I mean mom let's not tell him he will just think I'm Barry, and Igot my hair cut like a proper boy would. If he looks at baby lil Miley hewill just see a baby girl," she points at me. I stand back up straight asthey both see I'm finished pooping in my diaper, and my diaper is saggingbetween my legs.I watch momma leaving me with a full diaper as both of them walk out ofthe living room talking and ignoring me. "Knock, Knock." I look out thewindow seeing who is knocking at the front door as. The question of Donna's sexual activity with Yvonne became clearer: it was no longer if, but how long they'd been doing it. I studied the drawing, drinking in the fine detail. Yvonne's ankles were crossed, and her knees were slightly bent. I noticed her toenails, her belly button and the wisps of hair peeking from under her arms.There was no doubt Donna was a very accomplished artist, and I had no complaint with the subject matter. What bothered me was the fact that I thought Donna was hiding. I swear, he can’t get any work done because the second we start, I know I can’t get any of the things I have to do done because he derails everything to sex. The bad thing has always been that we can chat about it for hours on end and we have found that many of our dreams are similar, but… Yeah, that’s right. We are married, but not to each other. But still, we have each talked about maybe someday, and my husband is supportive, as long as he knows about it and has the option to participate,.