Tears came rushing down his cheeksas the smelly mess began working its way all over his diapered bottom.In the morning he was changed and feed another...large bottle of formula.Dressed in a frilly aqua satin baby dress with lots of white floral lace,matching plastic panties and mittens he was placed on the mat and told toplay with his toys. About an hour later his stomach cramped painfully andhe filled his diaper. Matilda was sitting in the rocker reading a bookwhen this happened. His pacifier. Sarah and I moved to the master bedroom of the house, and locked the door behind us. We say on the bed, and started making out again. One kiss led to another quickly. I placed my hands on the bottom of her back, near her cute butt, and she did likewise to me. Our kisses grew harder, and more passionate. I slipped a hand around to the front and slowly cupped her medium sized, soft breasts while we kissed. She grasped my butt, and squeezed it occasionally, while kissing me harder. We stopped for. We were both avid readers and I suppose when you come down to it that's where the heart of the story really starts.I don't know when I started looking at the mind control porn again, but it did manifest. I don't know why, either, but I sort of hid it from Sheila. It wasn't a secret or anything, I just would tend to click on another window any time she came by and I was reading the stuff. It made no fucking sense, given all the things we had and have shared, but in some way I was worried she'd. She was supple and shapely, but somehow came off willowy, even sitting down. There was a dainty selflessness to the pout of her pussy, like something sad yet ferociously beautiful. She struck him like some kind of gutter angel, a fine and precious thing dropped down where she sat from a vast height, left on her own to meander the maze-like cesspool of the human world without a roadmap, yet durable enough to survive the fall. Townes stepped quietly toward the doorway where the singing was.