She was mortified, and she really didn?t want to try and explain herselfany further, which would only make things worse. She just wanted him to walkou... the door so she could run to her room, get out of those clothes, and shoveeverything back under her bed and pull the covers up over her head.But he seemed to like what he was seeing. He stepped forward and took herwrist, holding her at arms? length while he continued to admire her. "Ididn't even know you had a boyfriend." he said, looking her up. She didn’t even know his name. After her fifth shot, Carlotta had pulled him into the bathroom at the bar, unzipped his pants, and slowly, lovingly gone down on him until he’d cum in her mouth.Then she’d invited him back to her place, and gone down on him twice more.He’d been a bit disappointed when she hadn’t wanted to fuck him, but for whatever reason she wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps this was another callback to her teenage days - in her youth, Carlotta had been ... not exactly “scared” of. " I don't think it's a game," I confess, "for me. For Jenny, it's a game,I think..."This is not just a dress-up game. I'm hyperventilating. I'm turned on.I'm so confused.I'm wearing the diaper. I'm not entirely sure when I put it on. My handsare running over the plastic crotch and the crinkly elastic waistband andleg-holes. What the hell? I crumble to the ground. I am betrayed again bymy erection. I *love* this."Can I come in?" he asks."No!" I blurt out. "I'm naked!" I like naked," he. "You're not a baby for playing with Warriors or a baby for talking to your mom," I continued.I felt him stiffen."I'm not a baby, am I?" I continued, "and I play with Warriors." He pulled back and looked at me. "We play together, remember?" Yeah..." And I talk to your mom all the time." But she's not your mom," he challenged."True," I replied, "but I talk to my mom a lot too." Okay, not quite true, but I didn't want to confuse the kid."Besides," I continued, "you can talk to me."That seemed to.