I ran my fingers over her hair, down her forehead, over her eyelids. She raised one hand to mine, and drew my fingers to her lips. One at a time, she ...ook my fingers into her mouth, sucking each one gently into her. Her tongue was soft and warm against my skin, sliding along my fingernails. A low groan welled in my throat.Julie was standing now, the boy still on the table, his head at the level of her chest. She grinned down at him as he undid the buttons of her shirt and nuzzled her small. Wedon't mind cleaning a little girls bottom for her after an accident.Another thing Cynthia, I am not prepared to argue with an infant. Youwill please keep your opinions to yourself and let the grownups decidewhat is best for you."I resolved to hold it in but as we all know that is an impossibility.Eventually I had to go and the utter embarrassment of filling my diaperplus the smell reduced me to a sobbing mess. My diaper was so full andthe squishy mess ran all around my bottom. Each time I. He sucked back and forth on my stiff and trembling prick for a few seconds, then releasing his grip on my prick, his hands found the buckle of my belt.“No. Christ no. What if someone should come in?” I groaned in sheer panic, not wanting to be caught, but not wanting him to stop.“We’ll put someone to watch out if that makes you feel better”. It did, but not much. I nodded and one of the guys walked out of the toilets to keep watch.The other guy, who had helped to put my handcuffs on me, felt. The cops were checking out his prior residencies. I told them he hasn’t been around here since he left.’ ‘I hope he never comes back. I’m not big on drug dealers around my kids,’ I said. Jim spoke. ‘You have to admit he had one smoking hot woman. What I wouldn’t have given to get a piece of that.’ He looked over at Julie. ‘I’m sorry, just some crazy guy talk. All I meant is she was a nice looking woman,’ said Jim apologetically. Julie looked over at me knowing I should respond. She was waiting.