None of this was right! We weren't supposed to be in the same changing room, let alone be fucking like this. It was 3pm sharp, and college was finally...over. It had been a long day, with gym class all afternoon, and English this morning. I had finished a game of netball; I had been jumping around a lot, my breasts jumping from my lacy black bra. It had been a warm afternoon and my white vest top had become seeing through, so you could see the detailing off the bra. Going into the changing room,. I guess she was trying to keep my excitement up.I got on my knees between her legs and plugged myself in. After a few minutes of fucking, that old familiar feeling started to come back. I felt my dick start to soften. I began to pump into my wife faster and just as she orgasmed, I began to loose my erection completely.As we were catching our breath, she said, “I guess it worked. That was great, honey.” I told her it worked better, but I had to hurry to give her an orgasm before my dick went. "Sound's good to me," Fredsaid, "Thank you for not giving us more of ahassle about Stacy jumping in..."Mr. Warner shrugged. "It's a great story. It'll help build some morepositive press for us in how we treat littles when their parents bringthem here."I shook my head at the blatant business reasoning, but appreciated Iwasn't being pulled from Amanda and Fred's care into a foster house orworse... As we left Collin struggled against uselessly against his bondsas the front of the white diaper he. He supposed he had now. ‘We will see Maggie.’ He didn’t leave room for an argument. She grunted and didn’t look up at him. He couldn’t contain his smile. Even injured she had spunk. Maggie was standing at the door of the small hut when they broke into the clearing. She waited patiently as Cien pulled Regan down gently from the horse. Regan let out small whimpers of pain and knew that Maggie could hear her. It bothered her to know, but she tried desperately to be as regal as possible. She was.