Three Wetting Adventures : Lily's Adventures: parts 1-3 (Very British Omorashi stories)

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Is that your daughter, she is really cute and really nice, it's always good to see children having interest in reading at a young age like that," another woman said as she came over. Ashley do you think maybe mommy could use the toilet first," Stacy said as Ashley sat on the toilet and frowned. "Okay go ahead, but hurry, mommy really has to go!"

Ashley can we discuss this later, mommy has something that she has to take care of that is quite urgent," Stacy said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.Ashley not now, I need to use the bathroom," Stacy said beginning to worry that she wasn't going to make it. What was it about ice cream that made everybody have to go to the bathroom so much she wondered? I just pissed myself in front of everyone. I was so close to the bathroom and then something that I had always wished to happen to someone else had happened to me. I stand there saturated, not knowing what to do. Requests are closed, thank you for the enthusiasm! Keep an eye on the author's notes for the next time I open them! I continue to picture myself standing there against the wall. I make my imaginary vessel nod and Cody makes his way towards me. He is uneasy and his breathing is shaky. He is clearly nervous.

Sorry to those of you who prefer female desperation, this happens to be male. I'm not too sure which I prefer myself, I just know it's much harder (at least for me) to find male desperation (especially photos).He grabs my shoulders, sits me down and straddles me, our skin separated by the shiny material of our gym shorts. It's just us two together. I ask him what he is doing but it's not long before I can feel something through the material of my gym shorts. I look down in alarm in my fantasy and see that there is a damp circle around the bottom stitching of Cody's pants. The dampening begins to spread and I soon realise that he's peeing on me. Not helping, brain! I shut down the fantasy while Cody is mid-stream and return to my own desperation.