Um. I can't really speak for her, but why don't you ask her? I know she's comfortable with you two girls, but being hugged by you might be different. ... Okay then, Stan, I'll have to wing it," Elaine answered, sober faced.Stan walked on through into the office, where Elizabeth was already at work as usual. "Hi Stan, good weekend?" she asked him, with a smile and a distinct twinkle in her eye.He sat down at his desk as he answered, "Yes, very!" with an equal twinkle. Each looked at the other for. Now it was Chuck's turn to be incontinent only he wouldn't be giggling.Ms. WaddlesBy Mary Beth Sanford Do you remember that girl next door? That girl you ignored or teased? That one who one day appeared suddenly so different? So wonderfully different? What changed? What forces were at work? For most boys it's simply hormones. For Chuck it was a diaper, a soft pair of plastic pants and a Betsy Wetsy doll in a dress just like the one he was wearing.And it began with a voice!Chuck's heart was. "Oh yeah, that's it!" he said as he pushed against me. "Ummm...very sexy" I purred and pressed him back. His cock stuck thru and I lightly touched the head as he started thrusting slowly. "Your ass is perfect" he whispered as he jerked me off. "Perfect enough to fuck?" I asked. "Yessss" he said as I gripped him between my legs as he thrust. Then he pulled back and dragged his cock-head along my crack until he came to the entrance to my love. I yearned to feel his cock enter me and I. ’ I had a hard time saying it, but it was worth it. Eventually I was bold enough that I would pull down my pants and underwear under the blanket, but not bold enough to take them off. I would sit higher up on his lap, and he would finger my pussy, sometimes gently, sometimes a little roughly. Sometimes his whole hand would be dripping with my pussy juice. I felt like the whole room smelled like my cunt. I was a nervous wreck thinking that his father would come out and smell me. Next it was his.