"Oh my god I really do look like a little girl." You mean you look like a little baby girl, but at least you can't seeyour diaper or your plastic pant...es right?" I turn and look in themirror; it looks like my butt bulges out the back of the dress.While I'm trying to decide if anyone can see my diaper, Max lifts up theback of my dress and stares at the plastic panties covering my diaper."Hey stop that you idiot," I yell at Max. He smiles at me.Max backs away almost giggling. "I just wanted to. Her arms clutched me tight as she mourned our loss. The close connection with my sibling was reassuring, comforting, and I sensed she felt that too. I drifted deeper into my nap as Tara grew quiet beside me.I don't know how long I was out but when I started coming out of my slumber, I was momentarily disorientated, I felt the form of a girl lying against me, a hand resting on the crotch of my pants. When I twisted my head and saw the top of Tara's blonde hair, I remembered who, what and why. I. While this was great for privacy and thinking, it restricted his access to his secret of success... coffee. He couldn't get enough of the stuff. His old desk was only a couple of paces from the break room where the coffee maker was kept. This meant only a minute or so was all it took to get a fresh cup. Now with his office being across the room from the break room it took considerably longer to get one as he had to walk across the room. This meant walking past everyone in the office, and while. ”I smiled at her and said, “Take them off please.”I had trouble driving as I watched my wife lift her fanny up off the seat and pull her red G-string panties down to her knees before sitting back down. Then she slipped them down her legs, off her feet, and hung them up on my rearview mirror as a trophy.When I reached between her legs I felt her smooth freshly shaved pussy. Debbie had never shaved her pussy bald before. She always said that she liked having hair between her legs because if she.