Well, not entirely wrong.I married Tom in 2001. It was the second marriage for both of us. At the time we married my daughter was already a freshman...in high school, and Tom’s son Zack was nine. It was a rather uncomfortable fit from the beginning, because even though Tom and I love each other very much, as a career Navy man he was prone to be off on sea duty for several months at a time. Zack’s mom had died of cancer when he was just a baby. For a time Zack would stay with his grandmother. For a second, Ithough she would start playing with herself again.For dinner, she fed me some peas, little bites of hot dogs and a jar ofbaby food carrots. We had just finished when the doorbell rang.She looked at me frightened. "Who could that be," she whispered.I actually got so scared I wetted my diaper without trying."You've got to hide," she said, working to get me out of the highchair,her face worried.Again, the doorbell rang.We hurried into her bedroom, my plastic pants loudly crinkling. I tried to jerk my cock and relieve the aching desire to cum which had taken over my whole life for the past day. I pulled and grasped at it, it took only a couple of strokes but I couldn't hold out any longer.With a thunderous eruption, I poured the biggest load of cum in my life into her hand. I stood shaking for a moment unable to open my eyes. "Mmmmm," Mistress Mary said, "looks like a mouthful to me. Open wide, little girl."She offered her hand to me and dripped a little of the white and. She was completely at Larry's mercy now as he moved the light up and down her body like some ghostly hand caressing her obscenely in the night, moving closer, ever closer. Laura's imagination suddenly kicked in full force, this could very well be a black man, such as that guy who had followed them down to this level. He was about the same height and build as her husband after all, and for all she knew could still be here in the garage's lower level with them as she hadn't paid much attention.