"I can be a bit of an irresistible force when given enough room to get going, and you don't want that Skye McKesson yet. You've got to have a chance t... get used to the well behaved one first."Mr. Kimble laughed, hard. "Sorry Skye, but your description matches what I thought when I first met Chris' mom. She too was an irresistible force, and I knew I'd be in trouble if I gave her room to be."Mrs. Kimble gave him an angry look, and appeared to be winding up to have a word or two when he stepped. Actually, or so the woman promised, and with the exception of sizes,they are very authentic because that's what little girls wear. Anyway,you wear them over your diaper and plastic pants. I did get you a pull-on diaper so I wouldn't have to pin it on you at least." I can't go out in those things? I can't wear that stuff! Aunt Pat!Please, I can't!" Steve said in a voice that was sounding suddenly verychildish and very desperate."Honey, I know that. Why do you think I promised to drive you!" His. She looks at him with a smile and says... "What would you say if I could get all that done in an hour?" He laughs again "No way! impossible!! You'll never get done that quick". She takes him by the hand and leads him downstairs. She takes a chair and puts it in the dining room where you can view the entire kitchen. She tells him to sit in the chair and then hands him a stopwatch. "On the count of 3 start the watch" she says. "Ok" he says. 3...2...1... go.Like a flash she immediately. His sizable weight was pressing her to the carpet with accelerating demands on her suddenly sweating skin and she made no bones about wrapping her long shapely legs around his plunging hips revealing the extent of her possessive nature.Dan drove deep down inside her sex-deprived lower limbs and for some strange reason the only thought on her mind was that the roast was still in the oven and she was worried it might get overcooked. He desperately reached out and grabbed hold of her sleek flanks.