Worried that I might not make it, (that’s how bad I needed to go), I clamped my butt cheeks together and started to get up. However, when I started to move I realized something… Joey’s hand was stuffed down the front of my diaper and clutching my… uh… Doodle!
I froze as my mind tried to comprehend this… this action! Was Joey aware of this or was it something he did in his sleep? Would he wake up if I tried to pull his hand out? Or would he rip my Doodle right off instead of letting go of it?
He was partially straddling my left leg and when I tried to move he groaned and snuggled tighter to me. He pressed the front of his diaper and plastic pants against my leg. And that is when I started to feel a warmth against my thigh.
