She wondered how her vagina would smell close up. How it would be if she could get her face down there between her perfectly sculptured thighs and jus... stay there and enjoy the wonder of it all. She began to see it as if it was real. Her mind was now bring her closer to her own crotch and she could see the way her panties had darkened with wetness. "Oh yes", she thought. She was definitely hooked on her own scent. An addict of her own creamy essence that sheproduced out of her own lovely. "Mike kissed Jen again. "I love you too."Jen lay in bed after Mike left. She was sexually frustrated. She really did love Mike. But he just wasn't a good lover. She hardly ever came when they made love. It felt good while they were doing it, but without the bliss of a toe curling orgasm, she always came away feeling unsatisfied and frustrated. Of course, she never told Mike that. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. Luckily she was good at faking it.She hadn't been with David since his. Henry pushed towards climax, Amber could tell by his breathing he wouldn't hold back this time. Her cervix widened in anticipation as his thick black cock erupted into her depths, already saturated with days of his cum it let his virile sperm flood straight into her womb. Warm tranquility overcame the small blonde as the old black man's sperm claimed her egg.On Friday morning Amber felt aglow she ran her hand over her stomach and knew he had succeeded but to be sure she reached over stroking. Martin was just about to get up when Helen said: "Wait! I want you to wear this onesie first. It will keep you're diaper and plastic pants up while you're out and about. It looks just like a regular tee-shirt but snaps around you below the waist. Helps keep your diaper from dropping. Here, I'll show you!" Helen said letting the adult size onesie unfold.Martin put it on himself but had to lay down again while Helen drew it snug from underneath before snapping the four snaps at the crouch. When.