“So that’s…?”The girls watched Rachel waddle across the street toward them. Her shoulder-length, strawberry blonde hair bobbed up and down wit... each excited step, perfectly in sync with her B cup breasts beneath her white T-shirt. The crinkling diaper between her legs grew more audible as she got closer.“Yeah, uh, that’s Rachel. She’s my little sister.”“You got the ‘little’ part right,” one of her friends joked. The other girls giggled, and Holly couldn’t help but crack a smile. Rachel also. Probably a little sweat, too, but he didn’t seem to mind.Without a word he straightened up and pulled my face to his dick. “Jane,” is all he said. He was in a hurry. I wasn’t.I barely touched him with three fingers. His cock isn’t all that long but it’s round and thick. I don’t know about other girls but with me wherever he puts it he fills me. He gasped when I ran the tips of my fingers, barely touching him, over that little rumply good spot on the underside.His balls are wrinkly and rough and. “I tried to tell you,” she said, eyes flooding. “So many times. I’m sorry. I’m so weak.”Sean ran his hand up her naked back, causing Mary’s legs to go wobbly at the sensation. He then made a fist in her hair and pulled her mouth to his.Their kiss was long and expressive. It spoke of need and regret, of love and promise. They embraced, reveling in truth finally revealed.What began as a kiss of love soon became one of passion. They began caressing each other, first with hesitation and then with. We were on our way out to San Diego for Comic-Con, our annual pilgrimage to the heart of nerd-dom. My parents were into SCA (the Society for Creative Anachronism), so I grew up around dorks (and I mean that in the nicest way possible). McKayla was also into SCA, but she and Kevin took things to a whole new level.Where my folks used to just play dress-up, the two of them spent literally thousands of dollars on clothing, gear and toys that were "authentic". When we got together, Melanie and I.