Nyati the Big Bad Buffalo: This is a story about the importance of loyalty, courage and solidarity in friendships.: Volume 4 (African Tales)

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I watched impatiently, day after day, for my panties to arrive in the mail. I couldn’t wait to actually wear the pretty, silky items under my regular clothes and I was especially looking forward to my nightly masturbation sessions in them. Unfortunately, I was far too ashamed to ask my aunt directly as to when they would arrive so I tried to do it in a oblique way, hoping she wouldn’t catch on to how important they were to me. He could remember the glance at his reflection in his room and he looked like a toddler who had a growth spurt and still just fit in their dress the elastic of the plastic panties felt tight on him even though they fit perfectly on him since he wasn’t used to the sensation of it Stepping over to my bedwetting chart, she placed another red 'W' on it, indicating five consecutive wet nights. My situation was made worse by my aunt who thought nothing of walking around the house in her skimpy clothes. Now that summer was in full swing and the temperatures were getting hotter, she’d often be doing her housework in nothing but a short pair of shorts and her tiny bikini top. I’d gaze at her in utter frustration, going out of my mind with lust as I stared at her mouthwatering curves. She seemed to be totally oblivious of my situation and she’d think nothing of standing there, her big boobs staring me in the face as she explained some detail or another about a subject that I wasn’t listening to. My little peanut strained miserably in its hard plastic prison, unable to attain an erection which by now, was more often than not in my pretty panties. Only thing was, I could no longer feel the soft fabric caressing my pen-is anymore. I could still feel it rub and stroke my balls but that only added to my sense of frustration.

She is a good girl, but she is so limited. The drugs make her weak and stupid too. I guess I need a change.'' However, Aunt Emily gently pulled my hands behind me and prompted me to walk closer so everyone could get a closer look. Holding my hands together with one of hers, she used her free hand to pull my panties down in front, showing the fascinated women exactly what it was I was wearing. Yes ma'am. I knew you love lemon drizzle. I will take Beccy upstairs now. Shall I put her down for a while?''

Staring at the floor with a blushing face, I shuffled my feet, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me. these are just adorable—aren’t they Joshy?” she asked with more enthusiasm than was necessary. The finishing touches consisted of putting a strip of eyelet lace around the lower edges of the infantile garment. I felt like an absolutely sissy, as I held the baby bib in my hands and careful began attaching the lace. I could only imagine what my friends would say if they were to see me now—dressed in a sissy top and rhumba panties, sewing a baby’s bib like a happy little girl. Worse yet, I was particularly horny this morning and Aunt Emily was wearing one of my favorite tops—a thin white halter edged with lace that hugged her magnificent chest in the most delightful way. Buffalobetties.com & buffalobetties.net are not on the same server & are not the same domain. They operate independently. I’d met Jake through school, we were both aged 15 at the time and I’d be at the same school since I was age 11, Jake however had moved from a different school about a month ago so we hadn’t known each other that long, but we were fast become best friends which was great because whilst I’d made lots of friends I hadn’t got anyone else I would say is a “best” friend.

now don’t you worry, Honey,” she said trying to console me, “No one will see you and anyways, I think they look just fine.”Yep. Playing,' he said. He peed helplessly into his diaper as he spoke, and big, silent tears ran down his face. richbaby, Sissy baby, scollymore08, ace, maleficents, Paddybaby, abstroller, derry, sissybaby34, Floodingpants, Oyande, SissyMichaela, Justine, mommasboy, cwp, Sissyville, boundcoder, Diaperedfen, Norm43, gunrunner, ed_babywood, Bunny, bonzodoug, mikeh1993, jbaby, littlejayne, Hillary, Baby Samantha, BabyJay, Garbo, Dancer4Fun, HallowGiga, ballerinaboy, naughty baby hubby, deewet, Baby Bobby, Little_Susie, macfinder2000, Abjeffy, RibbonBound, Sissy baby Sally, Meee, Andlat, doggalogga, nappy1 a cute purse you have, Joshy,” Jessica said in a condescending voice, “Is that where you put your make-up, Sissykins?” I took my eyes off her magnificent chest long enough to see a new pair of yellow colored ruffled panties in her hand. A single pink flower adorned the front of the waistband and along with the see-thru shimmery fabric, it screamed out little girl, making me feel the thunder of my heart in my chest.

I didn't understand much but they talked about what they were going to do next week and the possibilities of a trip to New York next year. I don't understand how this works, but mommy seemed to be planning outings with Jim, without me too. It's funny how different mommy is with a real man, with a real deep voice and strong muscles and a working man clit. My clit is totally redundant, in fact I don't really remember what it was used for. Leaving my bedroom, I padded down the stairs where Desiree was drinking coffee and texting on her phone.

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A new law came in about 3 years ago which means that all major public places, such as motorway service stations and coffee shops and schools and cinemas and so on must have facilities for AB's. There is usually a member of the waitress staff who can look after us and feed us if necessary. Changing facilities are also in place. I-I d-don't think that's a good idea,” I mumbled even as I blushed anew at the idea of defending my naughty behavior. Without waiting for me to answer, she pulled down my covers and slipped a finger down the front of my diapers. With a look of surprise, she stood up and put her hands on her hips. The White Ribbon. She must’ve seen the sign a million times. Ever since she was a little girl, driving up this road with her parents, she had seen that sign. It was a bar…or something. At least, that’s how she remembered it being described to her once. She liked the idea of it being a “something” more than she liked it being a bar. Bars were just dimly lit smoke-infested pits of self-despair, and she could get enough of that at home. Hell, that’s why she left home. This part was always fun, thought Janet. Almost as much fun as the bank account stage, she thought. She looked at Steve. Sally was right. He was a prefect baby. Sally could certainly spot them, Janet thought proudly. She thought of her own dear husband, who had been Sally’s first great success. Perhaps Sally should give the game away after all, and just look after Steve.