She told me that I was to say that I had been caught playing around and had been put back into diapers as a reminder to behave like a proper young gir....I felt my face flush hot with the thought of it. I was sure I couldn't bring myself to do that but I didn't say anything to Grandma. There were no marks on the calendar. Maybe that meant she would take the diapers off soon. If I was really careful I might not ever have to wear diapers or explain them to a stranger. I began to understand. Now, following a weekend pass with my fellow recruits, I was on my way back to Waiouru on the train, travelling second class, courtesy of the Army, in old, draughty and noisy wooden carriages.When the train stopped at Palmerston North I paid for a cup of tea, which I took back on board to drink. Half an hour later I was asleep, my rolled up greatcoat jammed between the window and the seat back and cushioning my head.I woke from an erotic dream about me and my fiancé, feeling a hand softly. John eventually made it home and we had a pleasant enough dinner. Matt went out that night with his friends and John said he was "too tired" to fuck, so we ended up getting to bed early. I wondered if Matt was in yet, so I slipped on my robe and did some exploring. Matt wasn't in his room, but I did hear the living room door open so I started downstairs. I stopped when I heard Matt talking. I figured he was about to fuck, so I'd sneak and enjoy the show. To be perfectly honest, I was kind of. I had never seen a vagina before, let alone tasted it. I had no ideawhat to do, but it didn't seem to phase her. She controlled my head withboth her hands. She bend her knee and pushed them out to provide mespace, and then when it was clear I couldn't get the right angle, shewalked forward a bit, forcing me to crouch down further and bend my headback. She began grinding my head on her pussy, my tongue doing less workthat the simple friction of my face rubbing up and down her soaked slit.Even.