I squealed indismay and started to wet myself in shock as I uncontrollably soiled mytightly-pinned diaper. With nowhere else for it to go, the hot poo...pstarted squishing around in my crack, before oozing up my back towardsthe tight waistband of my plastic panties. My body was thrust againstthe seatbelt when Aunty slammed on the brakes, forcing even more smellyexcrement to squirt out of my tortured sphincter.As the car screeched to a halt, I screeched in fright like a terrifiedlittle girl. I bit. No wonder everyone was staring at me, I thought.After trying to get myself straightened out I returned to the table and thanked the men for the drinks and dancing and told them I had to go. They all seemed disappointed, and Ron told me he would walk me too my car.Once we reached my car Ron kissed me and I returned the kiss. He fondled my breasts but I pushed his hands away. I unlocked the car door and Ron went to the passenger's side. I'm not sure why, but I unlocked the door for him. He again. I opened my legs slightly and noticed that she was making the same move, our fingers sliding up and finding one another's clit straight away. I was aware of noise from my house and pulled away. "He's here!", I said, trying to sound as normal as possible, whilst rearranging my skirt and pants. "I'll see you later maybe", she replied, taking up position on her chair and grinning up at me. "Oh yes!" I said, grinning back, before sneaking out of the door and closing it behind me. I went into the. He was more interested in taking some unusual liberties with her person that was quite short of actual rape or abuse in any sense of the words. He spent some time between her lovely white legs getting her scent and taste imbedded in his nostrils and mouth but did not actually penetrate her feminine folds in any degree of depth. Even in her semi-conscious state, the strong woman achieved a shuddering orgasm that almost bounced him off the leather sofa in his living room. He did apply some.