I closed my eyes gently and imagined Eric. Him coming over to me, resting his hand on my thigh, edging slowly further up, massaging me as he did. I op...ned my eyes lazily. I could feel hands roaming my body. I'd recognise those hands anywhere.I glanced up. Eric was resting on his side, now massaging my naked back, every now and then having a quick feel of my firm arse. He didn't seem to notice me look up. I rested my head down and felt myself growing wetter as he moved to the sides of my body.. " Oh yeah!" I retorted."Neither of you would know what to do if your lives depended on it." She stated with a loud laugh."You're asking for it sis." I said."Yeah." Peter chipped in."You wouldn't dare." She roared with laughter.Rebecca really should have known better than to say those magic words, then again maybe she did know what she was doing. To my brother and I a dare was like a matador's cape to the bull, the trouble both of us had got into because we could not resist a dare was. "Your part in this is? Well, how has it been so far?" Abby asked."Honestly? Wonderful," Mark said moving slightly for the feel of thediaper while touching the nylon of his baby dress although he thought ofit as a top which made it not so feminine sounding."Then how about more of the same?" Abby said encouragingly."More of the same? I guess I can do that," Mark said and asked, "Sobeing a doll, I mean what exactly is being a doll really mean?" For me it's age play," Abby said, paused, smiled and. Then, my attention was drawn to a second vehicle that had somehow been separated from us by traffic. It was a van. I walked over to it as it pulled in behind the car. I walked to the side sliding door and put a hand on the window as the driver moved around the front of the vehicle. With the familiar hand pressed to the window, two huge heads appeared, their snouts pressed against the glass. As the driver hesitantly put his hand on the door handle, I moved into position. With the door cracked, I.