He had a record of all my clothes ,how I looked in them ,how I smelled and as the diary went ahead it had the color of my panties which he had seen wh...n I wore short skirts and casual dresses at home. He spoke about the smell and taste of my sweaty panties and bra .He said it to be sweet and tempting that I didn’t care to sometimes cover my thighs when my dress or skirt went up and found the comfort I found I his relationship to be a drug .He had been aware the sometimes I didn’t wear my bra. ? She then entered me witha lubricated finger, adding to the tingles. I lay waiting for her, andafter she slathered her cock, she entered me with almost no warning.She plunged all the way in on her first stroke, forcing all the air outof my lungs as she bent my legs back.? This wasn't making love, thiswas fucking.? She needed to scratch an itch, and I was just a means toan end.? I watched her breasts sway as she pummeled me, sweat drippingoff her brow as she ripped through me like a hot knife. Starving.' Glen had not noticed until the food hit his stomach how empty it had felt. Even with what should have been a large meal, he was still almost ravenous. She set an apple in front of him, and started making a frozen pizza.'Oh, Glen, will you're belly be able to handle this?' she asked.'I could seriously eat anything right now. Chili-dogs and sauerkraut, I don't care.' Glen was nearly laughing at the image of what he'd just said. He munched a big bite of the apple. Then the phone. I did not want him changing my diaper, even if I had to wear one. I wasn’t sure how to avoid it, but I wanted to if at all possible. It was probably just as well they didn’t want me going out. I sure didn’t want to spend time with my friends while wearing a diaper.“Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?”I realized I was. “Yes, please.”My mother got up and went to the kitchen. She came back with a baby bottle filled with juice. They were clearly taking this all the way. She handed.