Kimmie hates when Daddy bounces her on his knee when she has a dirty diaper. I guess it's up to us to clean up again! They continue on the diaper search, Bob's diaper squishing and squeaking under his pants. The mom interprets the instruction to spank the daylights out of Cass. Thank goodness for this fan. I saw myself in the mirror. Together, they counted to three and lifted me up - not easy with the weight of the goo in the bag with me now - and lowered the sling into the mouth of a large wheeled plastic trash bin which had been rolled up behind me.
I guess that's what happened: you're trash now, aren't you? Daddy told Lucy to get ready to out and run errands. I have never even imagined something like this. I didn't want to look at any of them, I must have been red as a fire truck just then. He discovered how much he liked having orgasms in a warm wet diaper. I'm pretty sure it's been at least two hours. Here we find her at the tanning booth working on her diaper tan.
I needed that hope, because already I wanted to fill my diaper with my bananas so badly: I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. The feeling of the big load in her diaper squishing around is more than she can handle as she reaches orgasm several times. Mobile Media Format, Android, iPhone, etc. She spread my knees apart and gently began lubing my rear passage. For the full experience she makes him helplessly dependent too, complete with diapers.
. Mobile Media Format, Android, iPhone, etc. She slid the second lubed fruit in, and I began to feel full. All models on this site are 18 or older. Heck, it's my turn to mow the lawn tomorrow, and I seriously doubt she wants to do that herself. With a thick splat, the vanilla cream pie coated my face, blinding me and spattering on my pink dress.
She set the cans aside, and grabbed me behind the knees, while my lady lifted me by the arms. Today Zayda decided to take a walk in a very conservative small town's downtown. He suddenly gets the urge to empty his bladder and calls for Zayda to help him to the bathroom. I felt silly, but I knew from plenty of experience that she liked seeing me like this. Until then, the garbage will sit patiently in its trash bag full of sticky tasty goop, locked in its trash can, and relax a little.
He really has to go, but can't get up to pee. Elise wet the bed last night and now needs to go again. I heard plastic crackle, and she gently lifted my buttocks from the table with a palm. I then recognized the soft and slick coolness of a pair of plastic pants being worked down my legs, and I raised my butt one more time. Damn my kinky hindbrain - why in the hell was I still so hard! For some infractions, that would have been penance enough, but I know this one would be far more complex. The three ladies came back into my sight; they bent down, which was certainly a joy to watch, and grabbed the handles of a canvas sling I'd been sitting on without noticing.
Alisha is wide awake after her nap, but she can't get out of the crib until Daddy comes to get her. All stories below will open in a new window so you won't lose your place on the list below. I'm still fond of breathing. I'm sure I spurted out enormous amounts of come, though I'm not sure that would have been obvious given what I was sitting in in my trash bag. I knew instinctively that it was a large bowl of chocolate brownie batter that had been mixed ahead of time in the unlikely event that she couldn't get me to lose control.
Content here is for entertainment purposes only. But, finally, the lid opened again, and there she stood. The skirt could hardly help puffing out over the triple diaper and locking pants. My can tipped back, I heard the patio door slide open, and with a grunt, someone started wheeling me outside. And damned if my dick wasn't betraying me already by getting in her way, hard and trying to reach full attention under the padding. I felt her tug at me, and a pinch at my waist, followed by the click of a small lock, and knew I was going to be in these diapers for a while.