Two of them are slightly over dressed, the third would not be out of place in nineteenth century French brothel. The older woman wears a long black dr...ss with a steep V-shaped cleavage, the man a black tuxedo with a blood red necktie and the young one is wearing a skimpy black lace see though top with no bra under it and a tiny tiny mini skirt over fishnet stockings.From across the street, Gabriela hiding behind her curtains spies on them. She ducks into cover when the youngest woman turns. But how you check me always starts me throbbing and shivering. Today, even more so. I guess you are excited about our starting this new chapter together too.Everything that happened up until this moment seems like the preface of our story. A very long one, but just there to let everyone know how we have gotten to this wonderful place between us.And your checking of my diaper and knowing what you are doing to me, leads you to roll me on my back. You undo my diaper and let it drop on the top. Howit peeks out from under the hood. Pulsing... pulsing... So hard, now.Your clit is pulsing, just like mine. Such a hard, little button,aching to be stroked and touched." A moan escaped from Daniella'sthroat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak. "And everypulse of your clit... you feel in your nipples." Daniella's mouthopened wide, and her panting became labored gasping for air. "Pulse...pulse... pulse... Your nipples need to be touched. Pulse... Need to bestroked. Pulse... Need. I thought that it was a fair demand, so I stood up and dropped my shorts and underwear, revealing my little 3 inch dick, hairless of course to him.We were standing in front of each other in the nude, admiring each others privates. He reached over to touch mine and I pushed his hand away.He said, "Give me your hand..." so I did. He placed it on his dick and said "Now, if I hurt you, you can hurt me."With that, he reached forward and grabbed my little dick. I was now trembling with nervousness.