It hurts, but I want you to do it again. You reach around with your hand between my legs. I arch my hips further towards you, wanting to feel some pa...t of you, any part inside me. You slide just one finger in, it feels... it feels... oh it feels wet... perfect. You lean to my ear and utter your first words...."mmm... my dirty little slut! Have you been playing with your pussy without me?"I reply "mmmm...yes i have....deeper....go deeper.mmmmmmm"I moan and as you slide your finger up and down. I told her that I was bisexual."I already knew that, I found a stash of gay porn on the computer, I just wanted to hear you finally own up to it." Why didn't you tell me about yourself," I quickly changed the subject."Well, I only started to explore the internet after I found your porn. But I didn't tell you for the same reasons that you didn't tell me." I still love you, with all of my heart." I still love you too, hunny, I actually feel more connected, now that we can relate better. But. .. pull-ups, kinda, for adults. We could pick some of those up. They'd contain any accidents and keep your pants dry. Wouldn't that be better than what's happening now?"As humiliating as it was to think about, Christy knew Stacy was right about this one. The 'they're not diapers, they're pull-ups' argument was something she'd used at times to help ease some of the k**s that were potty training into the training pants they bought as opposed to letting them run around in regular underwear and. Good. With her state of health it was if they were by themselves. Aunt Marie noticed little and remembered nothing.Robin looked out into the flat fields that marked that part of Texas. Nothing to see here. They were on their way to Red River, New Mexico. They were dropping Aunt Marie off in El Paso to visit relatives before they continued on to their destination. It had been a tradeoff. Her mother kept the kids in exchange for them safely allowing the older lady to travel with them with what.