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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Well, sweetpea, what story would you like? How about this one. It is called 'Princess of Dreams: The School Prom'. Do you know what a prom is, honey?'' the poor little thing seems to be a premature ejaculator and he simply lost control, making a nasty mess in his panties--isn’t that right Joshy?” she said, patting me sympathetically on the head. I was certainly dazed and confused but when I looked at my crotch, I saw there was now an obvious wet spot in front.

That was a delicious omelet, darling. Thanks for a lovely date. You are my gorgeous lawyer girl. I've got to go to work now, so see you later. Bye, bye, Beccy. Nice to meet you, hope to see you soon.'' Janet was surprised at how long it had taken for him to lose his bladder control. Sally's choice of subject was always spot on, and this one was so handsome too! Sally's months of hypnosis, starting with the deep and meaningful at the executive retreat, usually meant that the diuretics only took a day to complete the job of robbing the subjects of their childhood training.

Jim has been around a long time now; I still don't like him. Mommy likes him a lot though, and I guess that is what matter. As Holly carried on and on Maddie found her boastfulness increasingly annoying, she had finally had enough and just couldn’t help but say something…. t you have another pair, Joshy?” she asked, although something told me she already knew the answer.

At some point, I had politely informed my aunt that I wanted to be called ‘Josh’ and not ‘Joshy’, but Aunt Emily only giggled and beeped my nose good-naturedly. An hour later she was calling me ‘Joshy’ again as if nothing had ever been said. Similarly, when I had asked for her to read me something a little more mature at bedtimes, she merely smiled and continued as before. It seemed that once she’d made up her mind about something, there was little I could do to dissuade her and I was increasingly getting the feeling that she saw me as no more than a four year old child. I tried desperately to think of something else and sometimes that would work for a while, but Aunt Emily would always foil my efforts in the end. For instance, I might be sitting on the floor of my bedroom playing with my toys when she’d come in and bend over to talk to me. Her massive breasts would hang there, barely contained in her skin tight top, tempting me with their fantastic size and shape and my little pen-is would expand painfully in its prison until I groaned with discomfort. I found myself worshiping her and hating her at the same time. I was so confused! 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, nappy1looks like you’re a premature ejaculator, Joshy. I know those are big words but don’t worry; this will really help you with your little problem,” she told me. Jake honey” his mother said “I know your friends staying over tonight but you still have to wear a diaper tonight as usual” I waited until my aunt had walked out of the room so she wouldn’t see the hard-on in my panties before I stood up and exited through the sliding glass door. I felt utterly exposed to be outside wearing such a sissyish ensemble but a part of me felt a tinge of mischievousness. It almost seemed like I were getting away with something totally forbidden and sense of naughtiness pervaded my being. 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.

With a casual stroke of her creamy hand over the fabric covering my straining erection, Aunt Emily smiled down at me.Although not quite as pretty as Megan, this girl was still stunning and her low cut top revealed a sexy line of deep cleavage. A week later, Aunt Emily succeeded once more in convincing me to dress up in a sissy outfit that had me cringing uncomfortably with embarrassment. I was wearing my sheer yellow panties again, but this time she wanted me to try out a lacy white top with pink accents. She said it meant a lot to her to see me wearing it because it used to belong to a niece she hadn’t seen for ten years. I was a little surprised by that because it looked to me like it was brand new. However, she insisted I was mistaken and she explained its condition by saying it had been carefully stored over the years. s been starting to get erections, I’m afraid to say. But I wasn’t too concerned about it until the other day, when he had a little, um—accident, in his panties,” she explained patiently. She continued to insist on bathing me like a baby, dismissing my protests by claiming that she just wanted to make sure I got “thoroughly” clean. She also instituted other changes to my living that seemed more appropriate for a child, rather than a budding man, which was how I pictured myself.

She is a good girl, but she is so limited. The drugs make her weak and stupid too. I guess I need a change.'' And can you believe it in the child care course they even had these massive baby dolls and they made us show that we knew how to change a nappy, I mean why do they need to teach us how to change nappies for gods sake” At the right time, Sally had delivered her poor unsettled husband Steve to Janet, who was now administering the coup de grace.Well, it's just so hard when I have a date or meet a new man, to explain about what an AB is. It scares some guys off.'' Buffalobetties.com & buffalobetties.net are not on the same server & are not the same domain. They operate independently. Aww, sweet baby. Don't cry, I love you best of all. You are my good girl. Come now let us sit on the couch and you can suc-k on my titties.'' To make matters worse, she’s now refusing to wear her diapers to bed. The teasing has really gotten to her”. Sue elaborated. “I mean, I really do sympathise. There aren’t many kids who still wear diapers at eleven, but all that washing is really getting to me, and worst of all her room is really starting to smell”. 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.