We settled on interlocking in ascissoring position, leaning away from each other, but with our legsinterlocked so that we could press our groins toget...er. I would haveexpected such a position to really batter my balls, but I couldn'tremember the last time I had noticed them. I just knew my scrotum feltincredibly tight. By now, my penis was just a thick nub, about the sizeof a thumb, but Diane's clit had grown to about that size, and the bestfeeling came from just feeling pressure on that. "Are you all right?" Fair to middlin'. Your thug plays rough." He's not my thug."I laughed, which made me wince."You're hurting, aren't you?" Bullets do that. Where are you?" I'd called her cell phone when she didn't answer a call to her home."L.A. I flew in last night. Do you know how many hospitals there are in the L.A. area?" Call off the hounds. I didn't go to a hospital. Did anyone arrest Ganarelli?" No. He wasn't the shooter. He was questioned and released." I figured. What about the. Despite the potential embarrassment, this was a fantasy come true for me!I was going to be dressed like a girl and treated like a girl for severalweeks. The crackling of my baby panties mixed with the crinkling of thethick plastic mattress protector beneath my pink ballerina sheets, thefamiliar sounds of the Nursery heightening my arousal. I thrust myselfharder and faster into my warm soggy nappy, panting around the wide pinkguard of my pacifier.In a few minutes I was gasping for breath around. After that she applied, first in herself, and then inme, a kind of transparent lipstick, which was also a sun blocker. Iremembered my clumsy make up attempt from yesterday and tried to learnSara's "technique".After that I laid myself in a beach chair under the tent and placed thesun glasses I bought yesterday. Sara sat in another chair close toJenifer and the girls began gossiping again. I remained quiet andpretended I was sleeping (OK, I guess I slept for short mperiods too).The girls were.