When I finally dragged myself back to my apartment, my cock felt worn out and the ligament under my tongue was swollen and throbbing. It was several h...urs later before thoughts of Katrina returned, but I didn’t feel particularly guilty. After all I’d probably found the least dangerous way, romantically speaking, to enjoy non-Katrina sex. ~~~~~~~ I’d heard that women living together had their periods become synchronized, but that didn’t happen during the months our arrangement remained intact.. I have my shower then get dressed. Looking at myself, I decide that I don't look too bad. I want Lydia to see me and become excited just by looking.I go to the kitchen and make some toast and coffee. From Mum's room I hear, "Damn you, Cheryl, make me cum!" I hear Mum chuckle. I guess Mum is playing tease-and-deny with Tara.Tara moans for several minutes until she screams, "Oh, fuck, yes! Ahhhhh." I play with my nipples a bit through my top to keep myself on the edge for Lydia.I rinse my plate,. I felt a little afraid and wet my diaper slightly."She can't play with the boys in her pretty dress," one of the momssaid. She took my little hand and led me to a table set up for a teaparty. The mom wore a puffy petticoat under her dress and it sexilyswished as we walked around the playpen of boys in diapers. Theycontinued to stare at me.I was sat down at the table and was given a doll to hold. I was alsogiven a bottle. "You're too little to use a tea cup," said the mom.Sandy took out a camera. She felt like her stomach was going to pop with the amount of butterflies she had and could feel how horny she was getting as little wet drops slipped from her vagina and ran playfully over her asshole and down her perfectly peachy bums. Not being able to see, she knew that his face was close to her pussy as his breath seemed to freeze the sweet little trails left behind by her horny trickles. The thought of how he was busy inspecting her every curve in her most intimate areas drove her wild..