The message was from my dear friend Alura; "Come to my house right now I need you!" Since she lived just down the street, I decided it wouldn't do any...harm to go and see what was wrong. I walked downstairs and grabbed a coat (it was a little chilly outside) and took off to her house. I got to her doorstep and right when I was about to knock, the door flew open and she pulled me into her arms. She was crying and we sat down on the couch. "Alura what's wrong?" I asked. Softly she responded, "My. "I looked."Andrea realized she had been sleeping soundly. Mel must have gone andleft them. "So what's happening?" Andrea asked, her brain only nowbeginning to function."I'm leaking... badly! I've been leaking for a while now, but I'm totallyout of diapers." Out of..." Andrea started to say, but her brain managed to kick in enoughto finally make sense of that. "Don't you have anymore?" None. I used them all yesterday. I don't think Mel was planning onstaying all night."Andrea shook her. Then she accompanied me to the wash room holding my fully erected dick in her soft hand while I was holding her left boob with my right hand. She herself washed my face and rinsed by a towel.Then she pulled behind the foreskin of my dick and cleaned the tip and the aperture. She pissed before me and requested me to watch. I enjoyed the Chhhhrrrr …. sound coming out of her piss. We then came to bed room.Swapna took off her nighty and sat on my lap fully naked. Her boobs were extraordinary stout. The walls were covered with shelves, overflowing with books and on some kind of rail system was a home-entertainment centre that included a forty-inch LED flat-screen TV, set-top box and so forth. I guessed the rails were so that someone could watch the TV from either the sofa or a king-size double-bed that dominated the aft-section of the cabin. The mattress sat atop a set of drawers and at its feet was a large ‘treasure chest. Natural light came from a dozen nine-inch portholes, six per side.