Jane helpedhim upright and he staggered unsteadily as she removed his nightie.Eventually he found himself lying on the bed, being diapered and dressed...y Jane for the first time outside his dreams. Mummy was kinder now;sympathetic even as she wiped away his tears. "Shh, darling, shh! It'salright, sweetie. Mummy's not mad with you any more. Shh. Stop all thosesissy tears." She rubbed cool soothing baby lotion onto his screamingbuttocks, her hands as gentle as the wings of an angel. She gently. They probably didn’t even realize how fragile humans were as compared to them but my erection didn’t subside clutched in Fern’s vagina, erupting, gizem sizzling causing me to relish the fuck wrought with fear.Fern was pushing me so hard I was kind of suffocating. “Help you? Sure, uhm, turn around please?” My GAWD, why did I say “turn around”? I somehow felt slightly safer behind her and yet I thought her turning around might take some pressure off of me just maybe just for moments.I didn’t. The woman pulls me up. I gasp for breath, the taste and smell of soap much stronger now.I can feel my hair wet against my head, ruffled at the back where she seized it, and slick at the front and sides. The little curtains are stuck to my cheeks, and my long fringe is in my eyes. It is low enough in its soaked state for me to be distantly proud of how straight it still is.My sweet bob. It is still beautiful, because all wet hair is beautiful. One of the many reasons I love a shiny black bob is. ..Flashback – Jack – In MoscowMasha was a great help with falsifying my report; she even suggested I use the illness to cover the fact that my part of the report didn't sound 'normal'. We were lying together holding each other and I worried since she appeared to be a better liar than most women. I sure as hell hoped she wasn't lying to me!Shit! What was I doing? I think I was actually falling...Flashback – Masha – In MoscowIt was wonderful lying in Jack's arms, but I could tell he was somewhat.