You get all that for twenty dollars plus a second indication of its authenticity."Kelsey stooped to the bag and pulled out a picture. She showed them ...he photo.The boys' eyes bugged out and there were murmurs of excitement.Kelsey said, "This picture proves that the panties really were in Deanna's pussy. She didn't spill apple juice on it to try to fake you. This is real." Deanna?" a boy asked."What?" Deanna responded.Kelsey pulled her arms down so the panties were lowered. It forced Deanna to. As shechanged me she said, "I think you need this right now Sofie," and put apacifier in my mouth.My sobs were muffled then as she pulled my dress up and away from mybottom to get to my messy diaper. It was a few minutes of work for herto fully clean up my messy bottom before she had me re-diapered anddressed. Hannah picked me up and continued patting my back, but I stillwasn't calming down."I don..." I hiccoughed, "know..." I gasped, "why... I... can't..."In the process my pacifier fell from. ”Realising what she was referring to, I tried to cover myhard cock with my one good hand, I wasn’t verysuccessful as it was a two-hand job and I could feel myface burning so hot that an egg could have been fried oncontact. Then I felt the bed settle as weight came down on theside of my good hand, I gulped at the thought of Junesitting right beside me with her luscious body withinreach of my good hand and my thoughts went unfatherlyyet again. Forcing those thoughts aside I bit my. ” During times when it must return to the field once more, it flexes to the beckoning feminine kiss, flitting in and out of her nest, pothering the pink interior until the white flags of sweet surrender come flapping out. I thought at one stage, after hearing that men often name their penises, of allowing mine to have a feminine gender. Mine could be a Sally; then I could hum, “Ride, Sally, Ride,” during sex. Or Maryanne, and thus it would be known as, “So Long, Maryanne.” This naming process.