We lay there for a few minutes in silence until I feel your hand start to make its way up my thick soft thigh and casually rub against my pussy throug... my panties.“You still wet, baby?” You ask but before I can reply you slip a finger underneath and moan. “Goddamnit Julie!” I suddenly snap my thighs closed and click my tongue at you disapprovingly.“You’ve been a bad boy. You don’t deserve this wet little cunt” You suck in air and I can see your cock twitch. You somehow manage to move your hand. Dr. Facey started writing things down. Something to do with "too old for elimination disorder," and "subconscious stressors triggering diaper wearing." Then she wrote a title down as if to write lots of stuff underneath, entitled "Upbringing." Matt could see this clearly as she chose to sit right by his side, not hiding anything she wrote from him. Dr. Facey felt this gave patients an equal footing, in order to understand, and contribute to their own well-being."Before we talk about your. "Brannel laughed again and shook his head, "Please hear me out. I am certain you witnessed the little demonstration my mate and I conducted with the help of that party over there."Hester nodded, "Yes, we saw it all. That was a most, er... interesting display of naughtiness, drinking from your mate's ass, and in front of this rowdy lot no less." Indeed it was," Brannel replied, "And I fear that we have made a critical error. We are now inundated with orders for Ringtail Ale, which is what. "Get your lazy arse off that stool, you lout! I have need for it."Joerg eyed the man coldly."Had you asked me politely and in a way becoming of a fellow-soldier, I would have moved to yonder bench. Now, the answer is no." You damned whippersnapper, I'll teach you politeness!" the soldier fumed and proceeded to unsheath his broadsword.In a flash, Joerg jumped from his stool and gripped the hilt of his sword that had lain at his feet."Teach me then!" he challenged the scowling soldier."Ottfried!.