" Well sweetie I was debating on putting you in your pretty pink diaperand matching plastic panties but since you didn't complain about that atall you...must want the protection of a diaper. The only complaint you haveis your pretty pink socks and shoes confirms that you really are just apretty little baby girl deep down."I start to cry softly again hearing mommy explain and ignoring myconcerns. "Don't worry sweetie, no one will see your pretty diaper andpanties once you are finished being. Now they all stare, the boy is a senior corporal. The field jacket he’s wearing doesn’t show rank. No field jacket does, for field security.Daniels asks, “Any relation to Granite Mannheim?”“He’s my father, Sir, and mother swears I’m tougher than him. I can only vouch for being able to out stubborn him, Sir.” There’s a few gulps around the room, Granite’s son. Oh boy, this could be interesting.“Well, I know you didn’t win your rank in a raffle, so you must be able to handle troops, and that’s. I quickly stripped down and hopped on the bed. I knelt above her chest and sticking my dick in her mouth told her to start sucking. I’ve had better blow jobs, but what she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm. When she had me hard enough to cut diamonds I pulled out of her mouth and repositioned my body between her legs. She tried to close her legs as if to grab me and in pure reflex I told her to open them wide. She obeyed without any hesitation. I was pretty surprised by this. Ashton. His high pitch voice sounded familiar. I looked him up and down and admired him. He was maybe 5 foot 6 and 130 pounds. He had shoulder length curly bleach blond hair, blue eyes and perfect teeth.His short running shorts had definitely been purchased from the women’s side of the store. His black tank top had a small rainbow in the center as if you couldn’t already tell he was gay. He was perfect. I had never been attracted to men but he was different. Not one masculine cell in his body..