’ ‘Oh, of course, but not by you?.’ ‘No, she is my employer.’ ‘Oh my goodness, you are so pure.’ ‘Pardon.’ ‘It doesn’t matter,�... laughed the man, almost old enough to be Olga’s father. ‘But you should not have slept on the floor – it’s so uncomfortable, so demeaning.’ ‘Demeaning?’ ‘It’s mot good enough for you to sleep on the floor, my princess.’ Olga colored. ‘You think I’m a princess?’ ‘I do, now you come into your bed and I shall sleep on the floor.’ Olga’s gentle smile remained but her mouth. I look around and see so many other adult babies with their mommies and daddies. It is amazing to watch. Some are in high chairs being fed. Some are sitting like me in booster seats, their parent helping them eat, and others are being cradled in laps and being fed bottles. Oh, one is even being breastfed with a blanket over his head.What a wonderful world we are in right now.You start to get hard from my playing fingers. You move my hand away for a bit. I pout. You tell me to be a good. There was also a link to my facebook ! I was staring at the screen in disberlief trying to figure out how hed found it when i heard my husband walking up the hallway behind me. i did my best to casually lock the phones screen without looking suspitious as he asked me "whos that?" I continued to straighten my hair as i replied "just a facebook thing" before i span to face him and posed flicking my hair and quickly changing the subject "so what do you think?" He told me i looked fine before. To my surprise teasing the hell out of this man was getting me soo horny! I went home and pulled off my shirt, I reached back and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I slipped off my skirt and laid on my bed with my purple thong still on. I put my hand over my thong and rubbed it against my pussy. It turned me on to feel how wet I was and how soaked my thong had gotten. I slid it to the side and let my fingers wonder to my clit. I rubbed my clit up and down and lightly pinched it. I.