We chatted by the door for a while and then i invited her inside.We went to my room and just hung out for a while. While listening to music we started...talking about sex which got me hard. I had sex two times before this so i was'nt very expirienced. We soon got bored of my room and went to my living room, while sitting on the couch i was joking around and proposed to have sex. To my suprize she said yes but we could'nt because my mom was in the other room. I asked to see her tits but she said. I opened the underweardrawer of my dresser and pulled out one of the disposable Goodnites Momhad bought me. Why couldn't I just be normal, and stop wetting the bedlike some little kid?GREENEveryone could see them. There was nothing I could do about it. Thick,bulky diapers under my plaid skirt. After my accident in class, the schoolsaid that for sanitary reasons, I had to wear a diaper. Trauma-inducedstress incontinence, they called it. Even if nobody said anything, I knewthey were staring.. A hot shiver ran through me as her futa-dick rubbed against my pussy covered by my soft down of pubic hair. I whimpered into the kiss, the tension melting out of my body as we loved each other in the darkness of our bedroom.My hands stroked her back, playing with her supple skin.She moaned into our kiss, nibbling on my lower lip.My fingers stroked down her spine, making her shudder atop me. I loved it, sliding up and down, brushing the swell of her cute rump before sliding back up between her. But, because the all bad is for good in the end, that was the moment I started to pay attention to her. And, after some conflicts with her (very natural in an office entourage I think), she started again all her teasing with me. In fact, this time, she gave me special attention. She started to hug me, fawn on me, touch and caress my body (absolutely “accidentaly”, of course), especially my chest (I think she was attracted by my pectorals). This didn`t even seem to me nymphomaniac any more. I.