I sighed and kept usingthe screen keyboard to type.Amanda, and I looked so happy. I mean really happy! We all know I havebeen so driven over the years...and... have I really smiled that little? Iconfess that honestly the wet diapers really don't bother me that much.That kind of brings me to today... This morning we went to a newfacility...I told her about the facility and how I'd made a potty for my size, andthe arrangement we'd made.She honored it a little while ago and I was much happier to not. But frankly, he was just bored. And after Edgar’s fourth round, which had gone on and on for an hour and a half as the older man tried desperately to fuck another orgasm out of himself, Matt was getting pretty sore too. At least he’d talked Edgar into untying his feet after the first time, and switching from both hands tied to just having one handcuffed to the bedpost. In exchange for that relief, he had to agree to suck Edgar’s cock and do it right, which he’d done fairly happily because he at. After getting home at 7:00 in the morning, "god his cum was thick", which those words coming from my wife's mouth blew my mind and gave me an instant hard on. We rushed to bed where Monica filled me in, they kissed passionately, he licked her out, finger her and she jacked him off until he shot his thick cum over her legs, so she said. Later in the day as Monica slept from her late night out I felt a little uneasy due to the fact that she was with another man, funny feeling indeed, the thought. She was one of the first girls I’d fucked who was completely conscious and aware of what I was doing. She was also the youngest girl I’d ever had. Not only did I have her father’s permission and blessing to deflower his baby-girl, but he was paying me very well to breed his daughter; the man wanted a grandchild. I also had reason to suspect that once my child was growing in his daughter’s womb and he had no worries of impregnating her himself, that he planned on fucking his own daughter. .