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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Joshy,” she chided me, “it’s only the two of us and no one will ever see you in your cute panties.”

Aunt Emily insisted on an 8:30 pm bedtime and she enjoyed reading stories to me before turning out the lights. If anyone else had done that, I would have screamed bloody murder but it at least gave me an opportunity to stare uninhibited at her big, plump breasts while she was occupied with the book. After she had left my room and turned out the lights, I’d visualize her lingering image and eagerly masturbate until I had my nightly orgasm. At my youthful age, these amounted to no more than dry climaxes, with no real ejaculation, but that took nothing from the enjoyment I experienced. From time to time, I reflected that I was masturbating far more than I ever had at home, although under the present circ-umstances, I figured it seemed only reasonable. It also occurred to me that I might be acquiring some sort of addiction to wanking but the pleasure it provided always conveniently pushed that thought out of my head. on, Brian,” she said with a threatening undercurrent to her tone of voice, “Everyone's going to find out sooner or later, you might as well start with Brittany here.” She is a good girl, but she is so limited. The drugs make her weak and stupid too. I guess I need a change.'' Obviously pleased that she had convinced me, she informed me it was lunch time and that we would be enjoying it outside on the patio, since the sun was out and warm. As usual, I was a little nervous about going outside like this, but then, I remembered last time we were outside and everything had turned out fine. 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.

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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.” Aunt Emily came over to my side of the table and bent over, giving me an outstanding view of her deep cleavage.

t you worry Joshy—this’ll be our little secret—okay?” she asked as she bent down to look me in the face. Later, Mom, I think he needs some loving now,' Sally said as Steve’s sobs mutated to murmurs. 'You go and do the books.' Staring at the floor with a blushing face, I shuffled my feet, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me. I enjoyed the panties thoroughly and I spent a good deal of my time, relishing their soft, silky feeling. And I would have been quite content to leave it at that, wearing them around the house but always under my regular pants, so that no one could tell. But one day, Aunt Emily accidentally spilled some spaghetti sauce on my jeans and at the time, the rest of my pants were in the washing machine being cleaned. I glanced into her pretty eyes only briefly before nodding my head vigorously and then looking away again.

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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. 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. Honey, we are going to stop at the next Services so I can use the loo. We can have some food and you can have orange juice, ok?'' Alex changed my diaper and kissed me on the head. He then took my dress off and hung it up. I lay down in the cot and drifted off to sleep.

She was wearing a light pink string bikini that covered precious little of her utterly flawless body. The small bottom piece below her washboard tummy covered her feminine patch and it tied on either side of her sexy, curvy hips. I was amazed at how tiny her waist was but what took my breath away and riveted my attention were her tremendous curvy breasts, jiggling heavily within the two pink triangles of her bikini top. I had never seen my aunt in so little clothes and I was completely speechless. t you have another pair, Joshy?” she asked, although something told me she already knew the answer. Sydney walked into school the next morning, bleary eyed and grumbling. One month, she had one month until she graduated. Honestly she didn’t see the point of school, she was doing it for her mother. my god,” her friend blurted out as she broke into a big smile, clearly amused at her unexpected discovery. 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.''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. I never realized just how much I’d been masturbating until the option was forever taken away from me by Aunt Emily. She was right that I could continue to go pee without any difficulty but I was no longer able to touch my pen-is in any way and it was driving me crazy. Nor could I manipulate the tube to try and induce enough friction to achieve an orgasm. At best, all I could do was to get myself excited which only made me more frustrated. While it was mortifying to be getting pinned into my diapers like a baby in front of these women, it was even worse to be talked about by them in this way. 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. are you wearing diapers, Brian?” she asked in a simple tone of voice that suggested I was mentally challenged.

As Jason was walking down the stairs he became hyper aware of everything and the first think he did was hid behind his mother not realizing how much it made him look like a shy toddlerThey looked very sissyish to me and I was reluctant to accept them but I didn’t know what choice I had.