The limp was not the result of a revenge inspired "capping" exploit that shattered one of his knees but from the stepping on a rusty nail in a railroa... yard when he was running in wild retreat from the SAS boys looking for blood.They didn't get him that day and he was more lucky than expert in avoiding capture.The past year had been more of a nightmare than any year of his life and he attributed that to the absence of his Molly who was the light of his life and the muse of his covert. I realized with that look that it might be better if I was, as bad as that sounded. Tracy was right as I stood there thinking about it, but wanting badly to shrink away into oblivion. I no longer was trying to hold myself from wetting."A little." I said as I continued trying to do what I'd trained hard to avoid for the better part of my life. Nothing happened for a while then all hell broke lose as the urge changed into a stream that I wasn't sure I could stop. I felt the diaper growing. The added wetness transferred from her mouth made the whole experience even more intense. She grinned, her dark eyes dancing, and bit her lip as he reached down to take over playing with her nipples. She re-gripped her breasts from the sides and enjoyed the little shocks of pleasure coming from her nipples as her movements tried to tug them free of his fingers. She wished she had a third hand so she could play with herself while she held her breasts. She squeezed her thighs together, whining at. This went on till the train arrived i got on first and she followed me up to the upper deck which was empty, our car as i noticed was empty as well. I sat down and she sat in the row across from me, as the train departed the station out of the corner of my eye i could see her rubbing her nipples though her shirt, when i looked over she didnt stop she was looking right at me and rubbing her nipples which were now hard and very visable though her top. I got up and moved over to her row as i.