I get one moreinhalation of her exotic fragrance mingled with the sweet warmth of herbreath."What do we have here? Such precious plastic panties cover...d with littlestars. They have done such a good job of holding in all your naughtylittle pee-pee. OK, now hunch up again for me, precious, so we can pullthem off and get your diaper changed."Relying on previous experience, Mommy first slid a rubber sheet under mybottom and then, ever so gently and slowly; she pulled the plasticpanties down my. Carl, who was standing behind her, was afforded a delightful view.We drove down to the harbour in Carl's car. It was a two-door job and Kelly volunteered to climb in the back. I gave her a helping hand, or more accurately a helping finger. She was very wet. It was only a ten minutes drive to the harbour and we were soon parked. It was a beautiful balmy evening with just the barest hint of a breeze. A large number of people were already milling around. Carl led the way into the restaurant. The. She the Satyress stepped close up to Chris and she guided with her hands his new shaft to slide in, entering her vagina, she hugging him snugly to her, they walked together into the satyr scene. At that moment she led Chris inside her scene, I saw his full form change, he becoming an all furry, all black, satyr, having black horns, yellow eyes, and a happy wiggling goat tail.My friend was gone, moved on into a different form and newer life, leaving me to explain where he went while knowing not. I think beauty comes in a variety of shapes, sizes and hues. For me it’s more the way a woman carries herself. That vapid, human clothes-hanger thing didn’t really do it for me. I preferred my women with distinct and strong personalities, that assuredness of confidence was what really got me going. But even with all of that, I must say that the Jill Sander show was by far my favorite, even though I consider myself to be traditionalist and lean more toward the home-town hero, Giorgio Armani. The.