It was only removed atnight, when she often left him sleep in a messy diaper, hoping that theawful smell and painful diaper rash would convince her so... to donregular underwear again.Once his stomach calmed down for the time being, and after he'd emptieda fresh stream of urine into the already wet diaper, crinkling hisbottom around some more as he enjoyed the warm, wet feeling, he lookedup at the setting sun. Summer was long gone, and the days were veryshort; at the end of this month, winter. I waited a few minutes more just in case the guy had gone in to use the toilet for its original purpose. He didn’t come out so I headed over and went in to the toilets..I saw him standing there by the urinal and went and stood near him. I was in luck he was just the sort of man I like. He was in his late forties, early fifties and a bit over weight, dark hair with flecks of gray. Hmm a yummy daddy looking for some sleazy gay sex. Perfect! I took out my cock and stood there for a few seconds.. I was starting to let my mind wonder and imagine it was your touch upon my soaking throbbing nub. I began to play and trace my pussy lips. I let my finger dance upon the nub as I slouched further into the warm water. I closed my eyes and ran my hands across my breasts feeling the warm water bathe my bosoms. I ran my hands across my stomach and down till the other hand met up with the one that danced inside my vaginal walls. I parted the lips and continued to pump the fingers in and out of my. "That's right, dear brother. This is what a man's cock will do to your butt-hole."I gasped again, turning away. I felt my semen rushing up my cock to make a wet-stain on the front of my shorts."Ohhhgoddd..." I muttered."They change you, Richard." She got up on all fours, still reaching back to keep her cheeks spread, letting me see what they had done to her. She looked back at me. "They make you want it back there. They make you think about nothing but your butt-hole for months leading up to.