" She pulled at her thighs trying to open herself more to me. Finally I had buried myself as far as I could, with some cock to spare, but I could feel...the end of her cunt pressing against the head of my cock. I started moving in and out of her, and by her moans I could tell she was clearly loving it. I started fucking her harder, and even though I was pretty sure I was hurting her, she kept screaming, "Oh yes, oh god yes. Please! Keep fucking me baby,please..." Her pussy started to bear down on. "You guys are fucking with me!" It's what happened," Amy insisted. "I was two feet away..." Come on, guys..." Wanda whined."Well, it doesn't ALWAYS work," Amy noted. "We have a couple of notable exceptions..." Who is 'we'?" Wanda asked."The, um, Booster Club, I guess you'd call us," Amy related."You mean, like... ?" Wanda began."No, not the alumni who run the concession stand or anything," Amy clarified. "We're ... unofficial -- but very effective." What do you do?" Wanda asked."Isn't it. Feeling somewhat confused, Betsy squirmed as Aaron struggled to put a diaper on her. Giggling, she somehow thought it was funny that as soon as her diaper was on, she had filled it again, much to Aaron's disgust. " God Damn" he muttered, being forced to go through the whole messy procedure again, still not sure if he was even doing it right. By the time Aaron put Betsy to bed, she was just a year old, and he was very worn out. And very confused on how to deal with a little kid. " God, I'm a. Now though, my feelings about her were changing rapidly. I pictured her leaning over the sink to wash her face, bending over it, and the image excited me in ways I'd never known before. At 39, Mom had doubtless lost some of her youthfulness and vitality, but I couldn't say she'd lost her looks. She stood just shorter than me at 5'4", and had put on a few pounds like all maturing women, but it had been distributed well, and her figure was still good enough to be seen in a two-piece. If anything,.