Yes, they loved each other, and she would cheerfully fuck her nine year old lover indoors or out.But it would have to wait. Right now they were walkin... into the Waikiki area, dressed again in each other’s clothing. While the child-couple had ventured into the city several times since arriving at PLUR-MAkKikM, this was the first time they had ventured this far since that day in June when first they had headed into the foothills of the Ko’olau.The kids were hoping to find things dropped by. Also, she admitted to herself with a smile only she could see, she had enjoyed how he had seemed to be smitten with her but had remained the perfect gentleman even as his eyes had devoured her in the Kit Kat Club that night. So she skirted the truth."We met in Italy before the War." That was certainly true although she carefully avoided saying it was several centuries before World War 2. "We were both expatriates, Duncan from Scotland and me from Ireland. A mutual friend introduced us." Once. But three hours with a dry diaper and a nice stream into the toilet told us that our Abby was ready for training pants.“I told Abby to tell us when she needs the potty and try to stay dry. The second day she wet her training pants. We put her in a diaper for the rest of the day. The next day Abby wanted the training pants. She still needed a diaper at night but after 4 dry days in training pants, we offered her the choice to not wear them at all. She wet the floor once and started crying about. Letme see what you look like first then I go." Emilio demanded with adevilish grin on his now full, sensuous lips."Okay, sure," Dana said grabbing her nightshirt at the edges with herarms crossing in front bunching her large breasts together. Emilio sawthe outline of Dana's breasts clearly. The nipples poked through as thecloth of the shirt got stuck between the jammed together mammaries.Dana giggled, "Here they come!" and wiggled her butt and hips as shepulled the shirt up and over her head..