He wasn't about to waste a good diaper hemused as he slowly rubbed the silky feel of the plastic over his ownerection.ChapterImpossibleAs much as Rick...hated facial hair he needed the beard for the Las VegaPioneer Days parade. It was an all hands participation according to hisboss, the principle, which featured his schools covered wagon paradeentry. The alternative, if you didn't walk with the wagon, was to pushthe poop carts at the end of the parade picking up horse dung. Rickopted for the. She's reading a book, wearing this cute little two-piece number, her red hair tied up in a pony tail. I find myself staring at her large, squishy boobies, then moving down to her soft, pudgy belly, then down to her area, and I moan a little. Suddenly, I feel my cock twitch, and then harden, so that it's almost sticking out of my boxers. Finally, I just put my cup of coffee down, and go outside. "Morning, Billy." I don't verbally respond. Instead, I kneel down in front of her. "Uh, Billy?" I. “Afternoon, Patrick. Weren’t those already shined? I thought the cobbler did a fine job when I picked them and they have been in my airbag since then.”Patrick looked sheepish. “Truth is sir I never been a steward before. About the only thing, I know about it is fetch and carry and tending your uniforms. So, I’ve been in here pretending to polish your boots.”Jake laughed, “Don’t worry about it. For now, why don’t you go see if you can find me some lunch. While you are at it see if the cook can. Both of us were covered with perspiration. She leaned her head to my chest and sighed. Looking again into my eyes, she kissed me as she stood slowly. My cock slid out of her pussy and fell between my legs. I watched it slide out of her and I could see my cum on the lips of her pussy. Then again I heard the cheers and whistling. I had forgotten where I was. Susan gathered her clothes and waved to the crowd. They all cheered as she walked behind the screen. “Way to go Michael.” I heard them.