To make it thicker, she also put in a doubler before pulling the diaper to my hips and tightly pinning it. She brought out a huge pair of plastic pant...with a nursery print.Carl came back in the room carrying my travel bag. "We're going to put this on you to keep you safe in the van while we party like grown-ups."I started to whine about having to be bound in the bag when she silenced me with the penis gag. The feeling of the penis in my mouth calmed me and I relaxed as she brought over. I closed my eyes, and felt a warm runny substance driping down my face; Lisa, had just disgustingly splattered a dripping puddle of wet blueberry scented shit, right on my face. The travestido then lie face down, farted again, and started chanting.The shit she was singing, sounded really fuckin' weird; a sort of Vietnamese tribal song; something her ancestors probably would have chanted right before battle. To be honest, it Pinche freaked me out. It was strange, and I couldn't make out a. Clearly nervous. As she proceeded down the aisle she took note of his seat number.While she was in the restroom reapplying her lipstick, she had a fleeting thought of how her Italian hero kissed. On her way back to her seat she stopped a flight attendant. "Excuse me. I was wondering if you could get the gentleman sitting in 19J a drink on me and a Vodka/Club for me. I'm in 18C." She handed her a twenty and instructed her to keep it.When she returned to her seat she saw the old woman next to her. Wandering about the room, touching the gauzy curtains, and the little hospitality set, she looks almost afraid that she is about to wake up again. He sits in the wide wicker chair and watches her, pleased to be able to give her something she has hoped for for so long. Their honeymoon weekend had arrived… if only seven years after their marriage. They have dinner on the pier, the summer breeze caressing them, the ocean singing softly in the background. It has been so long since she had worn.