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 was certainly dazed and confused but when I looked at my crotch, I saw there was now an obvious wet spot in front. I couldn’t take it any longer. As the girlish panties caressed my hard little peanut, I gasped and came with a groan that escaped from my lips. So intense was my orgasm that I could barely stand and I wavered in front of Aunt Emily, my eyes rolling around in my head. Aunt Emily was smiling down at me until her gaze fell down to my crotch. Still in a foggy haze, I lazily looked down to see what she was looking at. I was soon comforted. I am not sure why I cried, but I was scared the big, scary man would take over our lovely girlie world. I didn't want that at all. Men are very scary, and I must say I do not like them at all, or little boys at nursery for that matter. I much prefer other AB's or real girls, with perfumed hair and pretty smiles, who plait my long blonde hair and play skipping games with me. Jake honey” his mother said “I know your friends staying over tonight but you still have to wear a diaper tonight as usual”

My CB-6000S could be easily seen through the sheer yellow fabric of my panties and I suddenly tried to cover the embarrassing device with both my hands.

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Steve stopped at the strangely familiar noise of her heels, and turned in mid-crawl to look at his wife.

Steve caught the reference to being a good baby. He looked at his fat diaper, then across at Janet, who was smiling at him. He knew he was a good baby. He felt confident about that. Later, Mom, I think he needs some loving now,' Sally said as Steve’s sobs mutated to murmurs. 'You go and do the books.' Come and sit here and let's chat. Oh Alex, go fetch coffee and cake and then take Beccy upstairs.''

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that sounds like just what our little bedwetter needs,” my stepmom said with a big grin as she pinned the sides of my diapers snugly around my hips. 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. As he was walking down the stairs he heard Sarah and Susie giggling and whispering to each other than giggling again making you know that hiding behind mom was a waste of time One time, when I was walking past it, I paused outside and came close to putting my hand on the doorknob. As fate would have it, just then, Aunt Emily caught sight of me from down the hall and she gave me a brief frown of disapproval.