He straightened from his task, pushing the sweat out of his eyes with one sleeve covered arm. He moved carefully, repositioned a little here, fixed a ...elt there. Finally he stood back and admired his work.She was almost perfect, almost. He went back and pushed open her eyelids with his thumbs, holding them up until they stayed. The lids still weren't quite right, the eyes didn't quite capture the expression he wanted, but it was damn close. He added a trace of green eye shadow, and stepped back. "A few minutes later, he pulled into the gravel driveway and parked. He let Jobe out and they looked at the house. The paint had held up, though the yard needed attention. The house looked empty, especially without a flag flying from the front porch.The house belonged to the state now. A planning document he had seen indicated they wanted to use the house as an office for the future state park. The park was still a few years away from opening, with the government moving at its usual glacial. Her breathing increased and I thrusted my fingers in and out faster. "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum again!" Rachel shrieked. "Come on, baby," I said. "Fuck yes!" she said, as her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably. I shoved my cum laden fingers in her mouth and made her taste herself. "Fuck me some more," she said while she pulled on her erect nipples. "My pleasure," I told her.I decided to switch it up a bit and used some of her pussy juice as a lubricant so I could slip a finger into her. At the same time, I'd be lying in my crib, wearing another wet diaper, and unable to satiate my own ever present horniness because of the cursed CB3000 I was wearing. God, how I hated that thing! Heather had made me wear it, ever since she caught me mast.r-bat.ng two years ago. Of course, I was mast.r-bat.ng because she had cut me off from sex but that made little difference to her. It was her considered opinion that sissies didn't deserve orgasms and she was going to make sure I wasn't able to.