Diapered and Dressed Part 4
Diapered And Dressed Part 4 By Laurie Ann Brown As we pulled into the drive and Mom reached over to undo my seatbelt I thought I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. We had ridden in total silence the entire trip from the school. I slid out of the car and followed behind her with my head bowed in shame for allowing what had been done to me to be done. I wondered what I could have, should have done to have prevented this. Mom never asks me why I was dressed this way. I knew she...