It wasn’t a bad life.In many ways, it was what I needed to do with my life. The fall of 1983 had been one of the worst times in my life, certainly w...orse than having to leave home as a teenager, even worse than my jaunt through Nicaragua and having to leave the Army. Having Marilyn and Charlie stalked and attacked, especially by my brother, and the subsequent arrest and publicity and family breakdown, it had all been just too much for me. I wanted nothing more than to put it all behind me and. ........." They both sat there for a moment in silence until Peter asked softly, "And what would your pleasure be today, ma'am?!?" "She turned away with her cheeks turning red and replied very softly, "I'd like you to bathe, powder, and diaper me, if that's all right with you!?!" "Of course it is, Mrs. Ingram," he said gently, "why don't we go up stairs and get started!!!"Once in the spacious bathroom, Peter immediately started the drawing the bath and then turned to help his fifty two year old. Whenone of them is caught, her sisters rarely miss the opportunity to steal herpanties. And so it was now. About midnight, the black-haired girl was back.She looked around her briefly, then went over to where her friends lay, softlywhimpering. She grasped the nearer girl's panties and started working themdown her legs. Her victim didn't like this and began to kick at her, as wellas the venom would allow. "You don't need them any more!" said the black-haired girl in aharsh whisper. She kept on. I squirmed my cock forward. It couldn't have been classified as a stroke. She tightened and moaned, her body shaking. I repeated the withdrawal and reentry, but no further than with her on top. This time the muscle clenching was accompanied by a shriek followed by panting. I was afraid to get any more vigorous, lest I hurt her."Is she having a seizure?" asked an onlooker."No, just an orgasm. Lots of them," I said."Wow, she must be really tightly wound," said another."Or just really tight," said.