Why do I like to be tucked up into a diaper? Able to just pee wherever I am when I am wearing one. I know we are going to have to monitor my wearing...them so I do not get too used to being able to just let go when I need to. But the feeling of being cleaned, and prepped and tucked into a warm, safe diaper gives me that rush. And knowing your fingers will be regularly checking me so wonderfully whenever I wear one just makes me tingle all day. And times like this right now, as I am so close. “I’M GOING TO POUND YOUR TIGHT LITTLE ASS FOR A WHILE SON. ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I HAD MY COCK IN A TIGHT HOLE SON. YOUR ASS WILL BE PERFECT!” HE EXCLAIMED. NOT LONG AFTER HE TOLD ME THAT HIS THUMBS SPREAD OPEN MY CHEEKS AND I FELT A THICK, HARD COCK PUSHING ITS WAY FORWARD UNTIL IT RESTED JUST OUTSIDE MY TIGHT, VIRGIN RECTUM. DADDY BENT FORWARD, RESTING HIS ENTIRE BODY ON TOP OF ME, PLACED HIS RIGHT HAND OVER MY MOUTH TIGHTLY, AND ASKED, “YOU READY BOY???” WITH ONE QUICK, HARD THRUST, HE WAS. Returning to kissing me, she sucked at my tongue, her hips pressing into me, as she reached up her face to mine. My hands were once more on her soft and sweaty skin, only now resting on her trim waist. I sucked back at Mom’s tongue, tasting the saltiness of her saliva with each dive of my tongue across hers. Breaking our lip lock, my mouth once more found it’s way to her long and tender neck, kissing here and there, small minute pecks, as my hands slid down her hips, into the shorts she was. "Certainly. But what does that have to do about calling us here?"The man cleared his throat. "I guess I should explain. That contest was more than just a contest. My client wanted a special house designed, but did not like the designs offered by three different firms, so he asked me to come up with an alternative. Professor Huffman and I came up with the idea of a contest to see if anyone could develop a design compatible with my client's demands. In the end more than one hundred entries were.