I touch them. They look... juicy? I don't know."You look awesome, sis!" she beams. "You're so pretty! You're beautiful." Ok!" I slur.I'm mesmerized by...my appearance. I touch my hem. She touches her hem. Itouch my breast. She touches hers. Emma slaps my hands."Down!" she says. "What are you doing?" she asks. "Are you getting off onthis?"Holy crap! I am. I'm horny again. And I feel my cock pushing against theplastic pants. They offer no resistance. With the diaper missing, thereare all kinds of. He wanted to bottom out, that was his goal for her tonight, so he pushed in.She started to panic again, her legs kicking and arms flailing. The dick in her throat was too big, now her throat felt like it was ripping. It was burning, but there was no gagging. Even her urge to vomit had subsided. She tried to calm down, focus on relaxing her tense neck and shoulders. Surprisingly, it also helped ease the pain in her esophagus. He held there a bit, noticing how quickly she relaxed. He wasn’t going. I've done better --- but this cum bath was certainly no slouch."Oh my God, you cum so fucking much," she said exasperated, moving her hand down to her D-cup titty to scoop up a finger full of my freshly laid cum, putting it in her mouth. "Mmmm, you taste just like pineapple!" Yeah," I said, my breathing ragged. "I try."I still find it amazing that here I am, just having turned 30, my beer gut coming in at full force and far from my most attractive, and I was still fucking hot ass college-aged. January 24th, 2018,2:15 pm,You have a new message.Check your inbox.I opened up my inbox and saw a message, it was from Khushi’s number. “Please come to my house right now”, it read.I was surprised, shocked, happy, confused all at the same time but anyways I decided to go. I told my mum that I was going to a friend’s place and went to Khushi’s house.In the next moment, I was sitting on her couch and she was sitting right in front of me. She was wearing a black top with tight faded blue jeans. In.