"Hey what are you doing Miley? I don't want to wear a diaper I am not ababy." Oh just stop it or I will get you a bottle to drink too." I feelsomethin... going over my shoes and socks and being pulled up my legs and Isee they're plastic panties that go over a diaper. "I told you after Igot you dressed up in one of my old outfits I wouldn't tell mommy on youfor wearing your new mini skirt outside."I feel the plastic panties being pulled over my new diaper and theplastic panties match the top I am. .’ …and then it hit me between the cheeks so sudden and quick, I had no time to mourn my lost anal virginity. There are those who say I had it coming for a long time, that karma is a bitch of a thing. There are those out there, Bats, who’ve read of my exploits and its been said quite plainly that I’m a monster, a bastard and a hater of women. To them, I can honestly tell you I know the pain of which I write. I’m thankful I didn’t have time to get scared, because the size and force with which. Who decreed which parent the children lived with, or why, we had no inkling; and as it didn't concern us directly, we probably didn't care.Anyway Alice and Emily (almost universally known as Emma) turned out to be a whole different ballgame from Reggie and Susan Arnold; and their own mother, come to that!Alice's mother proved to be more than a little like George Arnold; from the start she had delusions of grandeur, living in that big house. Adult rumour once again, but the consensus was that. Encouraged, I traced my right hand slowly around front, towards her navel, and wiggled my fingertips into her firm abdomen. She giggled, and wriggled, again to my gonadal delight.Emboldened, I slid the other hand, open-palmed, up along her ribs — higher and higher — until it rested under her arm, almost in her armpit, at the exact latitude of her cute tits. I could feel the thickness of her bra strap, and the edge or beginning of her bra-cup, through the intervening cotton of her top.I detected.