A few weeks passed with no contact. Bedtime became more fun and Sara was back to her old self. I returned home on the Friday evening looking forward t... a relaxing time together. Instead of Sara there to greet me there was a note. It was an apology, she said she did not want to upset me, a chance had arisen for her to do a full weeks intensive course with the Spa. She would be home the following weekend, she promised she would make it up to me. I tried to call with no luck, I emailed the Spa and. I moaned from the pleasure. His movements were very slow,very deliberate, very sensuous. Strange for a biker. He moved his handdown to my "pussy" and I pulled it away. "My time of the month, sorry",I said. It worked before maybe it would again. Well it did work but hewas now real horny and wanted sex. In my mind I thought, here we goagain. I'm now a cock sucking slut, in a killer body with a dick. Ohwell, I am going to rock this guys world.He sat back up on the bed and hung his head. Now what?. . good- fucking- luck. Most guys on-line are checking out porn sites, and wondering how to get laid.So, do you hate me now? Are you pissed off that you've wasted your time reading this? Well, that's life, honey. If you want your pussy pounded into submission by a big black man, I'm the one, baby. And if reading this has made your pussy moist, drop a brotha an e-mail. You never know... if you live close enough to me, tonight could be your lucky night instead of being all alone. You might just. " But Mom, that's a diaper!" And you are the baby; that's been decided by your girlfriends. Don'tmake such a fuss, it'll be fun."I didn't find that I had all that much fun when I came back to the girlswearing a disposable diaper. However, they seemed to like it all themore.Out of the box Mom had retrieved from the attic she removed the nextitem. Plastic panties to fit over the diaper. I saw Mom's glance andacquiesced to my fate. The girls put them on me."But she doesn't look like a real baby,".