I can hear her pussy lips parting and sliding, kissing my foot as she starts to move a little faster. Feeling bolder, she brings her hands forward and... holds the back of my ankle, pressing me hard against her as she fucks herself faster. She looks like such a slut, desperate to come. I unzip my pants and pull my cock free, stroking myself as I watch. She whimpers and whines as she rocks faster and faster, the little bell jingling wildly as she moves. She is panting, her flesh pink with. .' Itold myself. Right then though I found myself squatting a second timeand went the crying route.Caireen was in the room within a minute and picked me up, "Oh now, do weyou have a poopy diapee Princess?" She cooed at me, "Shhh... I'll get youall cleaned up in a moment."She laid me on the changing table and worked to clean my bottom off.Routine was the action at this point, and I only squirmed a little asshe worked to get me into a new diaper. A quick nursing session,burping, and she said, "I. " "We should get home," I said. "You're filthy and you'll probably want to wash off in the pool when we get home." She agreed and went to wipe the remaining cum from her face. "No, leave it. Tonight is my night, I want you to leave that on you until we get home." She brought her hand down to her side and left a large glob of cum just under her right eye. It stayed there the whole way back. Every time we would walk under a street light I could see it glistening under her eye. I could also see. ”“There’s another bed.” said Tiffany, significantly.“Well duh!” said Linda sourly. “But Mr. Kelly isn’t in that one.”“No, but we could be.” suggested Tiffany. “It would be all warm. And I know how to take care of you.”Linda’s face was pale in the cold air, but a hint of pink came to her cheeks.“You mean ... you and me? In bed naked? Doing ... things?” She looked a little shocked.“It doesn’t make you a lesbian to have fun with another girl.” said Tiffany patiently. “I told you I like a nice hard.