“Are you going to have another meltdown – like last time I was here?”His voice was soft. I could barely hear it over the noise of the room.I shr...gged. “No. What makes you think I’m going to have a meltdown?”There was a pause.“I guess it was the look on your face. You were sitting there and looking all – I don’t know – lost or something.”“Oh! Well, maybe I was feeling a bit down but not that far down. Not like last time. Last time I suddenly figured out about my dad being your dad and I thought. . because you asked me to do it," Veronique said with a smile."Okay, that's true," Sandra responded. "But ... I can't shake the feeling that there was also another reason for my dad to have a talk with you." You're just as observant as your dad," Veronique joked. "But yeah, Erik and I have some history together. He had a little crush on me, and when he tried to kiss me, I pushed him away." Oh," Sandra let out surprised."It was before anyone at work knew that I was a lesbian," Veronique. She turns toward me to reveal a puffy adult diaper. " Mommy is going to take a nappy with you, but we don't have any toilet paper, and I don't want to get the bed all messy with kucka poop." I watched her shimmy into the diaper pulling it tight up over her wide hips, her swollen pendulous boobs swaying, her nipples fully erect. Already at the sound of the paper rustling around her aromatic cunt I was felt my second hard on starting to build.She bounced happily into bed with me, kissed my. ”“I didn’t want you to get hurt. You know what he was like.”“I can protect myself, and I would have protected you too.”“I know. They do say you shouldn’t go back . . . ““Perhaps, but here we are.”David looked at his watch, he had about 45 minutes to make the bus back home. They embraced once more before leaving the hotel room and walking to Victoria. Along the way they tried to make small talk but deep down they were thinking of what had just happened between them.“I’ll call you,” she said as.