Would you at least look at it, and talk to the pilot?”“Sure, where is the plane?”“Gateway.”“Oh, well. Unfortunately, I’m at Falcon Field... I’ll get some transportation and meet you there.”“Dan, we’re not that far away from you. I’ll pick you up at Executive Aviation in less than ten minutes.”“That would be great. I need to arrange for the plane to be tied-down and get my bags. I’ll see you in about ten minutes.”Brenda headed toward Falcon Field. As she drove she noticed the closer she got to her. ’ I said as I felt the diaper getting warmer. His cheeks were blushing and he avoided eye contact with us as if he was embarrassed. ‘That’s a good boy.’ I said as I pressed the soggy diaper against his cock. ‘That’s right. Just let go. You can’t control yourself do you? You need your mommies. Your mommies are in control of you, aren’t they?’ He was still looking away from us at the ceiling. ‘Aren’t we?’ I said a bit more firmly. ‘Yes mommy.’ He hasted himself to say. ‘So who is. "Because," I responded, "we're in Hollywood, and if you two go out looking that good some big time movie producer will see you, offer both of you huge contracts, you'll end up being world famous movie screen sex idols with millions of men lusting after your bodies and you'll drop me like a bad habit. That's why!"Smiles slowly spread across their lovely faces then they rushed me planting kisses all over my face.We ate slowly enjoy each other's company. Not having seen any signs of withdrawal. When he turned the switch the first time he saw the panties still folded on his bed, when the switch turned the second time into the off position the image was burned into his mind. Sam stood in the dark for a moment. He then decided to take his boxers off too, he crawled into bed and scooped the panties into his hand. He slid them up his legs then lifted his midsection off the bed to get them up around to his waist. He began to masturbate. He fell asleep before he could ejaculate, his organ.