"Ready?" Sandy asked."Ready!" Mark said as he kicked off his shoes. He was talking as if he'd known Sandy all of his life and before long stood comple...ely naked and no more aware of it than had he not been. Sandy had been busy as well and simply patted the two very thick diapers she'd opened on the changing pad."Kind of thick aren't they?" Mark asked sitting over the diaper before laying back and spreading his legs."It's going to be a long night for you," Sandy said as she twisted the baby. She is part of a circle of about a dozen women with her same origin and relative family,Andrea see her girlfriends at least 4 times a week and is very fond of them.At 10,30 am my mobile rings and i see my toddler a sleep in his bedroom,i switch channel and see Andrea talking to Paul,the husband of her best friend,i know him well and tough i can't consider him a real mate i enjoy having a couple of beers in his company,is all good and i close the call.The same night ,back at home ,small talking. He got up and walked to her room.He knocked gently. “Mary, we need to talk,” he said to the closed door.“Go away. Go home,” Mary yelled back at Marty through the door.He could hear her muffled sobs. “Fuck!” he swore. He paced outside her door, drilling his fingers through his hair as he went over and over what had just happened. He stopped and tried the door. She hadn’t locked it, so he entered.He went and sat on the bed and pulled the prostrate woman into his lap. She huddled against him, but. "Sandra, I'm sorry that I reacted like that," he went on whispering."You're sorry?" Sandra responded with a sob and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were red from crying, "Why should you be sorry? It's me who did something wrong!" It's not your fault," Frederik objected."It is! And I saw how upset you were! You must hate me right now!" I don't hate you," Frederik responded. He sat down on the windowsill at the other end.Sandra kept on looking at him, tears running down her cheeks. "You.