We resumed walking. ‘What I’m trying to say is that you are impossibly more attractive than a younger woman can be. I love the gray in your hair, ...hose fine smile lines around the eyes—they are evidence of your life experience, of your character.’ ‘You think I have lines around my eyes?’ ‘Look,’ I said, stopping and turning her towards me, ‘you are a supremely beautiful woman. You have an incredible figure. You have fabulous breasts. Perfect breasts. The best legs, I swear to God, I have ever. Muscles were contracting in suspense or need, not known by me at this time, but I sensed it was need. With the crowd on edge and holding their breath, I decided it was time. I placed my left hand over her mouth to stifle the scream, and then reached across to grasp the end of the chain of clamps. Looking into her eyes, I yanked the chain back towards me. The sequential clacking of the wooden clamps coming off sounded like the dreaded zipper that all expected. Her torso jolted upwards in. She must have planned thisrather well.It felt humiliating to be wearing a diaper, but when several minuteslater, I wet myself, I saw how smart she was to put one on. I couldn'thelp myself, it just came spurting out. I started crying, again, unableto stop myself. She changed my diaper, and held me close to her, whichfelt extremely comforting and I stopped crying. "I'll change you back atthe end of the week," she told me. "At work, I was processing thepaperwork about this woman and baby that. My legs spread, in a silent plea for him to enter me, and he nestles himself between my legs. His cock nudges my waiting canal and I whisper. . . one simple word. . . "Please" and he gently, but firmly thrusts into me. It is like coming home, for both of us. My legs wrap around his back, and we find a rhythm, that has been known to lovers since the beginning of time. His glorious cock is gliding in and out of my silky folds. I feel the muscles of my pussy clamp down as he moves in, as.