I was told to go get dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I moved as fast as my diapers would allow. All I knew was that someone new was going t... be taking care of me. I knew I was in trouble - the question was, what would my punishment be? I also wondered what Grandma would do to stop me from masturbating. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely fasten the buckles on my sandals.Just as I finished, Grandma came into the room, took out the pink diaper bag and began to stuff it full. I stood up and turned around, popping my butt toward him a little. Without skipping a beat, he jerked my skirt up, and yanked my panties down around my ankles, causing me to stand with my legs spread apart, awkwardly teetering on my stilettoes. Before I could adequately catch my breath, his cock was in me. He eased inside and for a few moments just held the tip at the entrance to my hole. Once he got comfortable though he began pumping his thick, throbbing cock deeper into my tight, juicy. ”Welcome back Traveler, please note that your Visitor status is still defunct. You have a total of six portals that you may choose to exit using. Please indicate which one you desire.“Take me to the portal on my home world.”And John was standing on the platform, high in the Canadian Rockies. Blue flames flickered in the cave, and reflected off the gray nylon of the single-person rectangular tent someone had pitched right on the ledge beyond the stone slab.Damn, I wish I could turn those stupid. He certainly wasn’t English and was as black as the ace of spades.I hitched her skirt up as far as I could exposing her pussy through the opening of her knickers. I told the taxi driver if he pulled over he could touch her but it would cost him a free ride home. He pulled over in the next layby just outside the village where we lived. He got out of the car and came round to the door where Anne was asleep, and opened it. My heart was racing wondering what he was going to do.“Are you happy for me.