When we walked into the dining room I told Carol that I was really soakedand desperately needed a change because I was starting to leak then carolsaid...she had seen why I was so wet so I was marched into the next room andlaid on the floor. As Carol changed me into a 6 layer thick diaper and mynursery print diaper she fed me a bottle and hoped that I had had funbecause I had to go back to Mistress Ann that mourning. After fed me mybottle she removed my teddy bear nitey and then removed my bra. And that was not enough for her.She gradually became irritable for feeling starved for sex, especially anything at all remotely like having her own orgasms. It didn't seem fair to her that it was so easy for her to make her husband come and he did literally nothing for her at all. And now she was "free", that divorce was finalized, and she felt starved for what she had still, after eight years of marriage, Still had Never had! some good wholesome healthy and natural sex with a willing man, or. Whispering in my ear, "You're so beautiful and perfect."She gently bit my earlobe, as I drew in a quick whisp of breath. Her hand which had been toying with my now erect nipple, slowly slid down my body to gently cup my panty-clad mound. I shuddered and clenched my legs together even tighter. And at that moment, somehow began to relax my legs slowly. I didn't know what to think. I was trying to reconcile what was happening to me. In spite of my anxiousness, I was one excited girl.She was. " I said, "Hmm that sounds fun, what are you thinking about dressing up as?" Well," she said, "I was thinking we could go as hookers." "Hookers, we?" I said. "What do you mean we?" "It would be a great surprise, two sexy, attractive hookers and when weget to the final we expose the fact that your guy! It would be a shoe-infor a win!" she said. "Well we have multiple problems here. First, I wouldn't make an attractivewoman. Second, I don't want to be a woman. And third, I don't knowanything.