Up to your ears, wetting them and blowing softly into them. We enjoy each other this way for a while, and then you can’t hold back anymore, and cum ...eep and hard into me. I echo your moans of pleasure with my own.We just sit, you holding me close to you as we recover from what just happened. You then lift me off you, step me into my diaper and pull it up on me. Both of our cum drips out into the folds of the diaper, wetting me in that unique way.You go and get my bedtime special bottle and a. It wasn't sexual love at all. It was simply an expression of the strength of our feelings as best friends. It was expressed as love, because other words never seemed strong enough. And anyway we were always encouraged to declare our love for our parents and, in Mezyana's case, for God. But we recognised from a very early age that we loved each other."Binta paused again, looking not at Ana but at her reflection, seemingly lost in thought. Ana recalled her own best friends at school. She had. I chuckled at it.I again meet up with my wife out of view.“I hope you are happy now with your show. I can’t believe you made me do that.I can’t believe I did that” my wife said.Did you record it I asked Helen“Yes I did. But I am not going to show you it till we get home.” Helen replied.On the way home we were playing grab ass with each other like being a young couple.Once home Helen played her recording back to me. Sure enough the guy wasted no time in trying to get Helen to go back to his. I felt good after her call. Damn she was a sweet girl, and boy I would like to screw her but I'm too afraid to pay the price for it. My family is too important to me.Jean's next call came a few minutes after midnight. She said she was having a ball and getting felt up pretty good too. She said she had a guy waiting for her right outside the phone booth. Said his name was Mike and asked if I knew him, I didn't. He lived in Rochester. She said both girls would dance with lot of guys but most.