. so, so fuck! SO GOOD!" She cried out then as I allowed the first of what was to be very many, light little flicks of the tongue against her wet slic..., slippery furrow. But I wasn't quite ready to go there just yet either. I wanted to feast on her with my eyes, as well as with my tongue and lips. Feeling me as I moved up a little, moving myself away just a bit, Dara curiously looked down, sitting up slightly, looking at me."What ... what are you doing?" She asked a bit nervously perhaps."Just. “But you did invade my privacy, and by your own admission were naughty. So you deserve a sore bottom.” She nodded sheepishly at this. “Yes, sir. Sorry sir.” I asked her for a glass of water, which she dutifully fetched from the kitchen, her bare feet sticking to the linoleum flooring. As she returned, and placed the glass on the dresser with a faint clink. I leaned forward and grabbed her by the wrist. With a strangled yelp, more of surprise than pain, she allowed herself to be guided into my. "Thisisn't funny momma," I say as I look up at her smiling from ear to ear."I think it's hilarious, I'm changing my son like I would a little babygirl. Now let me get your plastic panties off your diaper son hehehe."I'm so embarrassed I don't say anything while my mom slides the pink plasticpanties off me and starts cleaning me up and changing my diaper."Oh, thank you mommas for taking that silly diaper off me."My whole body relaxes after the smelly dirty diaper is finally off me. I laynaked on. "The gang moved off out the gate with Flint at its head. The more nervous boy looked torn for a bit then ran after them. This group could prove to be useful, blunt instruments but perhaps suited to our task. Maybe they could take out that bodyguard, they looked fervent enough as well as stupid enough to manipulate. I'm not sure that having them do it would do our cause much good locally, but the general media backlash the target had engineered meant it couldn't do much more harm. In fact it.