She wore cute frilly purple panties that made her seem years younger. I told her she needed to piss her panties and then we would begin. After some st...uggle, she was finally able to let loose while sitting on the toilet. As she stood, I reached down and felt her wet panties. "You are a bad girl, and need punished," I said. I laid her down and pulled her piss soaked panties down her legs and smelled them. I raised her legs and slid the diaper underneath her. After I taped it up, I told her to. I found my place, easily enough, and continued, barely noticing that I was licking my lips, imagining the tip of a lovely ebony cock resting upon my tongue, filling my gaze, silently waiting, wanting…A soft moan, one I captured in my mouth before it escaped into the room. What was I thinking? I should stop. I would stop. Just finish this one paragraph. It was short, after all. Wait. What had I agreed to? Stop reading or stop touching? One or the other? Or both?Touching, I decided. Reading was. In time it shrank and remained behind his glands as if he had been cut at birth. Since then, she read everything that she could get her hands on. Everything at the public library to books, newsletters, organizations, and magazines from various adult book stores in her neighborhood. Lori said that she got the most information from specialty magazines that were published for the intact community. She shared her obsession with Greg and he latter accepted the fact that he had nothing to be ashamed. She sat on the couch and We began to talk as two people do. We had talked many times of the last year or so as she worked with me, but this was different in that she wasn’t working. She wasn’t taking care of me, we were just interacting like two independent normal humans. I was enjoying her company so much, and noticing that she was responsive, and had made herself comfortable on the couch.Diane and I had talked for over an hour when the conversation turned sexual. I don’t remember how but we.