Now the game was out of my hands but at least I still could realize my fantasy to suck him off and be fed and I did not want to miss this chance for a...y reason. Next moment I was sprawled over him like an eagle and we were sucking each other with a fervor, showing the respectful need for each other’s personal brewed nutrition. Now once again we were in a frenzy but this time our goal was mutual and all the efforts were exceeding in a very short while. Soon his body shook and jerked and his. I was beginning to see the appeal. Her happiness was contagious. I pulled away the soiled diaper and filled it with nasty wipes, folding the grossness away. I tucked the clean diaper under Stinky’s red butt. It took me two tries at taping it shut. It was too loose the first time. ‘There, isn’t that better?’ I asked her. She kicked her legs at me, obviously pleased with her clean ass. It was strange, looking down at her. At that moment, I was all she had. My hands found her feet and pumped them. He put ice on his shaft to ease it and drank beer while replaying the anal assualt in his mind. The thoughts for him hard again. His shaft was too sore to be hard but that ass fucking was hot and his dick agreed. He then went back down to the aft deck where she was lying limp and lifeless on the table. She was spent, done, had nothing left in her. There wasnt even energy in her to lift an arm, to lift a hand, to lift a finger. Her legs were bent at the knee and she couldn't even stretch it. .Pete: Will you let up, it's a fuckin' inflatable sheep!Carrie: Did someone say fuck? I wanna fuck!Charles: People! People! Calm down. Let's act like civilized humans. Go on, Bob.Bob: Thank you. Anyway, Sheepy-Poo looked so good dressed as a schoolgirl in her plaid skirt that I took pictures of me and Sheepy-Poo and put them on the net. She looked even better than in her French maid outfit. I sang "Mary Had A Little Lamb" to her over a nice candlelight dinner I made. I made all her favorites.