Tales of Desperate Wettings: Book 2: Three short desperation wetting stories

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Maria crossed her legs and let her top leg do all the wiggling, but that must not have worked, for she uncrossed them and put her hands under her buns. Sonya got in front of Rebecca as the latter lowered her clothing, exposing her teenaged vagina and pubic hair. Several times I thought that I could not wait another minute and it was only her encouragement that kept me from giving up and wetting myself.

The woman had a smile on her face as she put her fingers between her legs, feeling her pee explode into her leggings, the familiar warmth flooding her seat and her butt. The time sped by so quickly that I didn’t realize what time it was until I was very late and you were probably leaving me. She stood there, shaking, her legs pressed together, one hand trying to massage herself as she walked over.Sitting beside me in the passenger seat was Rosemary, a longtime co–worker and years ago, my girlfriend and lover.

The other cheerleaders were consoling the poor girl, who was still crying and sobbing uncontrollably as droplets of pee dropped from her body along the floor out of the restaurant.Jessica suggested as she looked at her teammate and continued to wait until their ride came and got them. She felt so sorry for the poor girl who stood there, pee dripping from her, embarrassed in front of 9 of her friends and her coaches, having just wet herself at an age when that wasn't supposed to happen. Her fellow defender, Sania, a Pakistani-American whose hair was hidden by her hijab couldn’t help but notice her desperation and offered to help her. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. In the back seat was Mandy, a cute although a bit overweight blonde prone to sexy outfits and too–tight stretch jeans.