I forgot they were there untilrecently. Reading it can be haunting. The jumbled scribbles of my childhood,pressed into the grains. I try not to think ...bout it, or at least not look atit. I always wrote. Nobodyknew what exactly what I was writing about. I didn't let them know, I didn'twant them to know. I wrote for me. But, it would have been nice to showsomebody, If I thought they'd take it the way I intended it to be taken. Tonight was going to be agood night. I had coffee, cream, enough. As we played Fifa we message our girlfriends and as the night progressed we again chatted about our sexual experiences which soon got us rather horny. Sitting in our boxer sleeping shforts as we described to each other about our girlfriends bodies and how it felt having our cocks sucked and how their sweet pussies tasted and felt, my cock was hard and looking over to Mike it was clear to see his cock was also rock hard. As we continue chatting about wanting to fuck now and wondering how it. ” I remind her, “And it works for the guy in the story. They end up back at his place I might add.” “By some miracle. And then what?” She asks, while starting to run her hands down my chest, “You can’t figure out what happens next?” By this time Linda’s hands are down my stomach and her right hand found it’s way all the way to my crotch. She is stroking my now firm member through the cloth of my jeans. “Well, I was having a little difficulty thinking of something.” I managed to say. Linda then. "As she carried me past the mirror I saw my hair was curled underneathand my bangs were brushed to the side of my face. The outfit I waswearing hid the shape of my diaper, so it looked like I wasn't a babiedlittle after all, and that made me feel the most mature I had since I'darrived! "What do you think?" she asked as she paused for a second."I like it a lot!" I told her."Well don't get too used to it, you'll have the uniform required forschool days... I guess it's between the two looks.