Her hands moving softly but swiftly along the length of his back. Their eyes staring at each other. Their faces close enough that they can feel the br...ath of each other. Soon their lips begin to touch, slightly at first. Their soft, warm lips pressing together. Her hands at the back of his head, playing with his hair. Gently running her fingers through the back of his hair as they kiss. His hair feels wonderful under her fingers; she loves the feel of it as they kiss. His hands are caressing. “Hands or feet first?” asked Florence.Connie was confused. “Sorry?”“Hands or feet? I’ve got a manicure and pedicure set. It’s your choice.”Connie hesitated, then shrugged. “I don’t mind.”“Feet it is then,” said Ellie, smirking at Florence. They knew what would happen.Ellie and Florence were already barefoot but Connie still wore blue ankle socks. Bending, Ellie seductively peeled them off, exposing Connie’s feet with their extremely pink soles. Connie felt embarrassed and shy — but also horny. You have the house temperature set just warm enough that, dressed this way, we are not cold.You come to the changing mat on the bed and place a fresh warm diaper under me. You begin with the baby lotion, rubbing it all over me, massaging it in, calming me from the stress that seems to be built up in me. Your light touch does compose me some and I can finally smile up at you.“There’s my Baby Lizzy that I know,” you tell me, smiling back at me.The smell and feel of the soft baby powder raining. Their dresses rarely came below their ankles, they wore bustles, and standing over a grating, anyone below them, saw much more, and more easily, than they can in these days of draggling dresses, and cunt swabbing breeches, which the commonest girl wears round her rump. For all that, so close to the thighs, do chemise and petticoats cling, that it was difficult to see the hairy slits, which it was our great desire to look at. Garters and thighs well above the knees, we saw by scores. Every now.