Even I reached a hand up and grabbed a hold of one of her tits while I bottle-fucked her.Angie fell asleep. The poor girl was exhausted from her ordea.... My wife came around and started pawing at my clothes. I left the beer bottle in Angie and started pawing at my wife’s clothes. We fucked right there on the floor at Angie’s feet. We both had pretty good climaxes too.With the bottle sill in place we managed to get Angie to her bedroom. My wife bound Angie’s knees together with a scarf to prevent. That brings five more swats.I cry out, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I will listen to you and behave.”You give me five final spanks, lift my diaper back over me, then turn me and hold me on your lap, stroking my back as I calm myself and end my crying. My arms are thrown around your neck and my head on your shoulder. You feel the tears soaking your shirt.Sometime I will tell you about that wonderful feeling that runs through me as the back of my diaper is pulled down over my thighs, telling me a spanking. We three returned to Zuni and dove into the work we needed to do. We turned in the two horses at the livery stable and I payed the tab with a minimum of grumbling (actually, I thought the price was reasonable, but politeness required that I complain about how high prices were getting to be).Amy started packing the items she wanted to take back to the ranch and we didn't need in day-to-day living. Cicero and I dove into finishing the special order and packing up the things I wanted to move from. Some fit, others, like me, not so fit. I'm not a fat slob, just an older, out of shape guy.One evening, I was a bit later than usual finishing up my workout. I went into the locker room, stripped and headed to the showers. Some guys wear towels around their waist, and flip flops on their feet, I walk naked, carrying my towel. I entered the shower room, which has 3 shower heads on each wall, one of which was being used by a black guy, I assumed to be maybe a grad student, about 30 or 32 years of.