’ It is her, Tawnee. She stands there with a gigantic smile on her face. She has on a see-thru pink tank top, skin-tight jeans, and cowboy boots. He... brown hair hangs to her shoulders and her eyes sparkle with mischief. I break into a world-class grin and get up to offer the barstool next to me. She sits down and the bartender comes back with my beer. ‘Do you want something to drink?’ I ask her. ‘Sure, I’ll have what you’re having.’ The bartender leaves to get her a beer. She looks me up and. Ricky had told her that if she could use her potty chair and not wet her diapers during the day he would get her a wonderful surprise. A surprise so wonderful she would never have to wear diapers during the day anymore. He had told her if she had to go pee-pee to come and get him and he would take her diapers off so she could use her potty chair. Well, she did more than that!"My mother really chuckled then and when she was through she continued, "Terry always wore dresses and she asked Ricky to. It felt as if it was the size of a marble. She swirled her finger around its base, causing corresponding swirls of electricity throughout her pelvis. The finger in her ass maintained a steady assault on her most private opening until she began to convulse with the next orgasm. Ami soon lost tract of time.The waves of orgasm wouldn't go away. One after another, minute after minute, they wracked her body with unending pleasure. Her moans turned into an endless wail. Only the fact that her closest. “Oh my God”, I panted. “Oh my God.”Rising, she kissed me with open lips. I tasted myself on them.She released me, turning towards the shower head.“Now go on”, she said. “I’ve got to get ready too!”Recovering, I stepped out into the changing area. I stared down at my bag for a few moments, trying to decide what to wear. I finally decided that if anything were going to happen tonight, I would be prepared.I grabbed a pair of white, cotton thong panties and slid them up, covering my still sensitive.