He spooned his body against hers, being careful not to wake her yet. Her breathing deepened, but she did not stir, and he began to brush his fingers a...cross her nipples. He could tell that this was having the desired effect, now smelling the sweet nectar seeping from her pussy. This, in turn, intensified his morning wood to almost painful levels.Mike shifted his pelvis lower, brushing his hard cock against her ass as it moved southward. Rubbing the tip against her entrance and pushing himself. ‘But, I think there’s something I’d much rather do.’ ‘Let’s make love!’ Milly whispered, burying her face in Martha’s neck, hugging her. ‘Yes,’ Martha replied, ‘That’s exactly what I was thinking.’ Arm in arm, they walked to their bedroom. Once they were inside, Milly slipped off the negligee and stood naked before her lover. She exulted in the look in the police officer’s eyes as they traveled over her lean body. Then Martha shed her clothes and the naked women moved to the bed. When they were. “It must have been very difficult for your aunt to bring you up on her own, you being an orphan.”It was at that point my reason deserted me. “Why did you call me an orphan?’”“Well, my dear,” she explained smoothing a patronising hand along my arm. “Because of your aunt.”“You’re ignoring my parents.”I was elated. She was immobile with her flabby mouth half open, her cup frozen in mid-air.I allowed my statement to settle slowly before I continued with a triumphant climax. “My parents are Jack and. 'Look at her nappy," one says, "such a baby." "Doeshe wet his nappy too?" "Oh, yes, my baby girl wets her nappy, has a dummyand even a little doll he cuddles." As I lie there these thoughts rusharound my head.She then pulled out a big pair of pink satin baby panties from the drawerand tells me to get off the bed and stand up. As I do I feel the bulk ofthe nappy between my legs and especially my bottom. I will be waddlingaround in this nappy not walking. She knelt down and I put my feet in.