for me it was a nice woman DESPITE her incontinence

She was a woman not very old, he told me I was 49 and I believed him because it looked about 45 years, ie younger than she claimed to have, the fact is that it was a friendly and attractive woman in my opinion, she no charm or feminine interest for a man or woman was not. But it was a woman of great stature, neither fat nor thin, the truth is that your body type and height seemed perfect for me woman of that age, and even seemed athletic though she said she did not practice any sport.

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was a woman of good clothing, educated and unmarried, childless apart, a bit lonely woman never wanted to ask her why, but for me it was enough as he said his books and reading online that’s how we had met. Our conversations were pleasant, in a short time and as magically entered confidence, write had to have video calls < o.p>

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She told me that everything I wrote on the page that knew me excited, because now our conversations were becoming exciting, all those things you said also the excited and felt very excited when she cut the conversation politely and walked away, I could not understand why suddenly the most exciting moment of our conversation she felt the need to leave, but the good thing is that she always returned, and kindly provided. < o:p>

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One day I decided to take the conversation to limit the excitement, wanted to see her really excited, then started sugestionar with my words, she quickly began to excite and as was usual. With the words he was saying and what the tone that said she began to gather her thighs in the middle, you could feel the excitement in his face, staring at me with a smile that said it all, did not say anything, just lowered his her hands and rubbed between her legs, she was very excited < o.p>

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I did not stop talking as she liked, and suddenly felt as pleasure conmocionaba shrug while touching in the middle of the thigh close to his crotch. Until scared stopped rubbing his legs and rose from his seat, he turned to look at a little alarmed seat, then looked at me and did not know what to say, I asked him what was wrong, she was not knowing what to do He sat back in his seat almost collapsing. And in a firm voice I said we needed to talk < o.p>

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then with a certain resignation he confessed me all, that I understood her loneliness and felt happy that share with me, I understood his bachelorhood and that despite being so beautiful and liking the sex was single, I had no problem to listen and to accept it as it was, after all, I had no problem with what she was like. For me it was a woman like any other and perhaps more sympathetic than any other < o.p>

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Once we clarify the situation and she did not hesitate to show it as it is and show me everything. I asked him to, I show it all without any penalty. Then he returned to his feet and bringing her long hair is picked every one of his shoulders, smiled and returned to gain confidence, breath calmer and took off his glasses, he began to open his pants slowly, looking with some mischief between her lips began to download it below began to show very big bulky pants that covered absolutely everything below were very white and desirable thighs, really had good legs or rather good legs, because until then I let see his pants, then he grabbed her by the waist pants and began to download it, below its intimate skin covered by what looked had confessed and that to me was no problem; it was a diaper adult, as a diaper either covered all your intimate area, buttocks and hips, that is, it was like a padded pants < o.p>

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Under well his pants to stick together where he had stopped his pants, then in the same way that his pants grabbed the diaper waist And it was down, he began to see the white skin of her belly, her firm hips and pubic hair, really had nothing to envy to any woman, had everything < o.p>

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When under completely the diaper saw a sex very desirable woman, very natural with all its hairs covering I saw a belly and hips were it not that I was on the other side of a screen I had touched and I had made love her right there not caring anything < o.p>

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The woman and her sex excited me, let me see her navel, was very happy, his smile became clear that he was accepted as it was and that excited me too. Then started talking about the suggestive way she liked, she was no longer playing only her thighs but went straight to touch her vagina with one hand, his fingers were lost in their hair, I quickly became very excited and rubbing his fingers in the midst of her vagina began to leave jets escaping because they could not restrain himself, I must confess that I was also excited about it other than the way it was played, she at first I looked a little embarrassed by what was happening down there between her legs but kept touching. His fingers were completely wet and luckily I had down the open diaper supporting all their jets otherwise would have ended very wet, though I’m not sure if it also wet his pants and trousers < o.p>

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But she kept touching tirelessly, his fingers rubbing down between her legs, were a pair of fingers squeezed her labia, to do all his hand back and forth back and forth again and again, as their jets masturbated out some thicker than others, and I very excited about that and very pleased not skimp in the words of pleasure that would make & ldquo; feel woman & rdquo; as she spoke when I just masturbate < o.p>

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At the end was very pleased, how tired he was slumped on the seat, but this time with a smile of joy and satisfaction in his mouth, and nothing mattered since then and I did not, since that day the trust we had was very intimate, our conversations always ended in her the pants are down with his diaper and much pleasure was with my words letting me see everything < o.p>

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And were it not for the trust you have me and how much I liked what I write (far from it) would not have written this story, which I also gladly and in his honor, because she is the ons and also because it is what has allowed me to write this story in his honor, this and the stories that will surely come to below. < o:p>

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To whom you liked this story or have had a similar experience you can write to my mail,

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