First question who is the first president of the United States?" Mike was shocked, he knew he totally did the worse thing possible and Mrs. Ashley wa...n't even angry and what's more she was willing to take off her clothes if he got the right answers. He racked his brain George Bush George Clinton, no no George Washing something. He couldn’t remember but he had an idea. He put on his confident act. President George “George what?" she asked putting her hand on the bottom of her top playfully. . ”We watched our respective father’s feeble attempts to harm each other until our respective mothers pulled them apart and then we went to my room to talk. Fortunately we found plenty to talk about before she expressed a desire to inspect my member and having inspected it she kissed it and with it back to full extension she insisted I speared her anew.I for my part wished to explore her breasts and I marvelled at the way her teats rose when I kissed them and the softness of her. Boy, they sure looked hot. Their t-shirts were clinging to their chests and their faded blue jeans were nice and tight. I licked my fingers as they came closer to me. One of them came over to me and asked if I was waiting for them. I had a nasty smile on my face and said yes. I told them how they made me want them earlier this morning and knew the rain would be making them go home. So here they are. We boarded the next train, I took off towards the last car, where I knew there would be. As I watched some girl on the screen get her face splattered from a twitching cock, I felt so happy. Safe in my cocoon, wet on the inside of my diaper, but dry on the outside. Whenever the slighted hint of pressure came, my bladder released pee into my thick, waiting diaper. I liked moving my legs and hearing the sound of the plastic hidden in pajamas and travel sack. Over the slurping sounds on the TV, I heard people walking by outside, not knowing that there was a helpless, bound man dressed.