At first I didn't like this but quickly got used to it. As I was discovering myself sexually, I was playing with my dick in the diaper. I came in ther... then. It wasn't really sperm yet, but it felt nice. The plastic pants felt good when I rubbed them over. Because I wanted to feel my dick well, I pushed the diaper into the bottom of the plastic pants and my dick came into contact with the plastic. Through the precum, my dick slipped through the plastic pants and found that a wonderful feeling.. And when you started dating, I... I couldn't stand it at all. It drove me nuts to know another guy was touching you. And that's when I started hating other women. They never compared to you on any level. I finally realized there was only one woman for me, and now, I don't plan on EVER letting you go." He places his forefinger beneath her chin, pressing up lightly so he could hold her gaze. "Ames, I love you, baby."Her eyes welled up with tears, her lips forming a shaky smile, overflowing with. As soon as she entered, she was suprised to find just how small the building actually was. It was a tiny room with about twenty seats, and a large (but not giant) white screen where the film would be projected. There were already five men seated, and all of them turned to look at her when she came in. Obviously none of them had expected to see a female there today, and such a young and sexy one at that.She entered and seated herself next to a man in the front row. He seemed much to nervous to. That evening, in the great hall at college, I though I would broach it with Symington, who was the product of Eton.“Is it true, then, what they write about boys and sex at public schools? Older boys breaking in the younger boys?” I asked, as casually as I thought possible. “Yes, perhaps not as pervasive as they would have you think, but it has always been there. I believe C.S. Lewis even wrote about it one his books, one I just read . . . Surprised by Joy, I believe. Luckily I wasn’t pretty.