”Mandy looked back at the screen to see the black man slowly rocking his hips. The blonde now accepting more of his dick with each push. Soon her ti...y white hands were on his ass and pulling him into her.“See babe, She apparently likes it.” I looked back into Mandy’s eyes. She was glancing at the screen, then at me, then closing her eyes as I eased my cock in and out of soaking wet pussy.Mandy began to meet my strokes. She again arched her back. I knew she was about to come again.The couple on. I crawl under the sheets as I am. Sleep takes forever. I'mwrithing and playing with the diaper's leg-holes and waistband. I'mstroking the material. I'm delighted.Finally I sleep.I wake to Jenny bouncing on my chest."Mommy said to wake you!" she sings in time with her crushing hops. "It's10 o'clock and they're leaving for wine country. You have to talk toMommy about your rass-ponds-a-bill-a-tees," she enunciates."Ok, Ok," I cough. "Get off me!" I go to tickle her and she jumps backgiggling. "And. .. why else would I have run away from you and our child, leaving you like that and..." Her voice died, her eyes were down.He still didn't know what to say. His throat was jammed with thoughts and emotions, insults and unshed tears. A full minute passed. Olga took a sip from her glass. When she looked up again, her face was even paler. "How is ... how is little Stanley, John? Is he all right? I guess it was him I saw at the beach? I think..." He cut her off. "His name is Christopher, Olga." The. Four or five times an hour he'd have to evacuatehis stomach; about then he was never really sure which end it'd come outof. The strange thing was that Clayton hadn't eatten anything at all innearly four days, so he wondered where it was all coming from. Hisbiggest concern though was that he might not be able to keep his pillsdown. Above anything he couldn't hurl them.Day Eighteen:"Shit," Clayton muttered, as he stumbled towards the toilet. His pajamabottom wouldn't stop creeping down. With.