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    whats bitchin yo. i used 2 post on tumblr as like. jeotda but now that my blogs been fucked im here now i guess. my old art sucked so im starting a new thread. anyway heres some fresh art that i dont hate yet zzz. individual pieces comic 1 comic 2 anyway more 2 come or whatever. also i do commissions so like message me or smthn if youre interested.
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    Authors note: Sorry if it's kinda bad lmao Andy was casually laying in bed, scrolling through his Instagram feed in the darkness of his unlit room. He felt hinself grow tired, but figured he'd still be awake a while, after all it was only 8:30. Instead, though, he drifted to sleep within the next few minutes. Next thing he knew, Andy "awoke" into a classroom, taking what he believed was a math quiz. He didn't realize he was dreaming, and he stared at the page in front of him intently, but the words didn't make sense. It was like he was trying to read a foreign language. Andy looked around at everyone flying through the quiz, their pencils jerking across the page. He tried to look back at his own paper, but still, nothing made sense. It was then he felt a twinge in his bladder. He faltered slightly, but quickly regained his posture. It began to press on him how bad he had to piss, and he glanced worriedly at clock positioned at the front of the room. He thought about asking his teacher, Mrs. Daroh, to go, but he knew he'd get turned down as he hadn't finished his quiz. His leg bounced up and down as he scribbled some illegible writing, not caring how bad he did on the assignment right now. As he worked, he felt his urge growing stronger in record time. Andy rushed to stand up the moment he finished the page.... but he realized the instant he did it that it was a bad decision. The sudden movement caused his bladder to spurt out a few drops into his underwear. However, he didn't have time to deal with it, and speedily walked towards the teacher's desk, paper in hand. Andy handed the quiz to Mrs. Daroh before begging her to let him use the bathroom, however he got denied, as there was only 3 minutes left of class. He whined before hesitantly sitting down in his seat. Those 3 minutes were agony. His bladder seemed to edge toward the breaking point in ungodly time, and Andy had to sit there holding himself through the pain. Under the desk, he gave a dick a squeeze every few seconds, praying he could hold it in. Once he reached the one minute mark, an uncrontrollable, large spurt exploded out of his urethra. He managed to stop the flow, but there was now a noticeable damp patch on Andy's light-colored pants. The spurt didn't give him any relief though, instead the ever-growing pain had become worse, and he winced while letting out a small whimper. After what seemed like years of torture, the bell rang. The alarming noise caused a small spurt to shoot out of him, but it didn't do too much. He slowly sat up, still holding hinself with both hands, feeling like he would burst any moment. Feeling a wave of desperation began to build, he made a desperate sprint towards the bathrooms, which thankfully weren't far from his class. He ran passed the other students, trying to ignore the strong pain and small leaks with each step he took. He made it to the restrooms and made a mad dash into the men's room. Thankfully, it was vacant. He stood in front of the urinal, but his aching bladder couldn't take it. Andy desperatly tried to zip down his pants as a strong stream of piss flowed out from his dick, soaking his pants and underwear in the process. He stood there in defeat, knowing there was nothing he could do at this point. However, at the same time, he moaned in pleasure, as it felt so good to release the pent up pee inside him. Pee soaked every inch of his pants. Urine puddled around his shoes, spreading across the tiled floor. After a minute or so, his stream turned into small droplets before stopping completely, and Andy continued to stare into his mess. It was then Andy really woke up. It took him a second to comprehend reality. But, he realized he awoke to drenched shorts and sheets, along with a large erection pleading for attention. Oh, fun.
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    Hey, everybody, and welcome to Chapter 4 of Housemates (AKA Meagan & Parker Season 3) ! My apologies for the delay; work was painful (until the holiday), and I wrote a story with Meagan & Parker but without any desperation, and then I somehow managed to start writing three different chapters simultaneously... so yeah, I was a little slow in getting this out here. But there are chunks of the next two chapters already written, if that makes you feel better. Here are the links to chapters 1, 2, and 3: Road Trip The Trouble with Housemates Rainy Sunday One important note before we dive in: it hasn't been a major factor in these stories, but if you haven't noticed, they are set a few years ago, before phones got smart (and got cameras), before Polaroid folded (though there are knock-offs now) and before girls getting into gaming was "normal." Women and girls have always been gamers, as they should be. But in 2005 -- when this story is set -- people's reactions might have been a bit different. And yes, I just posted a little note about a) inclusion of women in gaming and b) historical accuracy in my online porn story. What, you wanna make something of it? A less-important note: this story is longer than I expected, so I'll divide it up, but I'll get it all posted today or tomorrow as I am traveling for a bit and don't want to leave you hanging until 2019. All right, enough commentary. ------------------------------------------------------------- “So what do you want for your birthday, love?” Parker asked. “Oh, just an extra week that nobody else knows about. I could get so many things done if I just had one extra week, with no other assignments coming in…” “Well, I’ll see if I can find a Time Lord to ask. But meanwhile—what would you like for your birthday? Do you want a party? Cake?” “Y’know, I don’t think I want a party,” she said. “Cake still sounds like a good idea, though.” “If we get you a cake but don’t have a party we’re gonna be eating a lot of cake.” “You say that as if it were a bad thing.” “Okay! Cake: check. Party: that’s a negative. But what else? Do you want to do anything special?” “Oooh, maybe I’ll skip Child Development and sleep in an extra hour.” “I approve. You aren’t getting nearly enough sleep, in my opinion as your bedmate.” “I know, I’m sorry I keep waking you up. I promise this will all settle down soon, after the application deadlines…” “I know. But it’s your birthday and you could use a break.” “Yeah, that’s true. I’ll try not to do too much work after class. And nothing after dinner that night, I promise.” “Mmmhmm. And after dinner… do you want to do anything special then? Maybe, say, after we’ve gone upstairs for the night?” She gave him a weary smile. “Oh, I see what you’re getting at.” “Uh-huh!” “I’ll think about it.” “Mmkay. Just let me know.” “You’ll be the first on the block.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meagan’s birthday morning came, and she did indeed skip her nine o’clock class so she could sleep in an extra hour. At 9:40 she scarfed down some cereal, got dressed in her usual comfortable jeans and t-shirt and jacket, and set out for class. Parker walked her over, a rare treat, and he was there to meet her for lunch two hours later. She kissed him hello and they walked to the cafeteria arm in arm. After lunch she headed over to the library to work on a reserve-reading assignment, then came back to write her essay on it. Parker, in the absence of any other instructions, made her a dinner of baked chicken and home fries, which she ate with gratitude, and a cupcake, which she ate with delight. And then they went back to their room and watched MST3K until she fell asleep with her head in his lap. When she didn’t wake up when he got up to brush his teeth, he knew she was well and truly out for the night. He got her socks and jeans off, tucked her in, and sat watching her for a little while. Maybe she’ll feel more sexy on Saturday, he thought, and went downstairs to play video games with Trav. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- On Saturday Meagan woke him with a kiss. They went to the gym to work out, then had their usual Saturday brunch (pancakes this time), after which Meagan tackled another grad-school application. This commanded her time until well after noon. Parker got some work of his own done. They took a quick walk around the neighborhood, stepping on any particularly crunchy-looking fallen leaves (there were lots) and admiring the colors of the ones that hadn’t fallen yet. She then did lots of reading for class, helped him make soup for dinner, and did a little more reading after that. Parker, finished with his own work, went down to play more games with Trav. Parker had never been a console gamer—he was a PC platformer all the way. But he knew his way around a Nintendo controller and he’d played some Xbox games before. Travis was a proud Xboxer and had a huge array of games. Zach was also a gamer, and so they often swapped off. So was Clark, the guy Dacy had been seeing—but usually when he came over, he and Dacy either went to her room or went out. So the fourth regular member of their gaming parties was, to Parker’s surprise, Zephyr. He’d known that there were gamer girls, but Zephyr didn’t strike him as the type—too bouncy and flighty. Yet when she played, a focused competitiveness came over her, her flightiness dropped away, and she played hard. To Parker’s relief, she’d largely stopped going around topless as the weather cooled. Somewhat less to his relief, she often wore a loose sweatshirt instead, with nothing under it—neither t-shirt nor bra. It was a little distracting to catch glimpses of bare skin here and there, especially when the sweatshirt slid off her shoulder and she was too invested in the game to tug it back up until she was done with the level. Parker had always had a weakness for shoulders—and Zephyr’s were as cute as the rest of her. To Parker’s absolute distraction, however, Zephyr’s small bladder still affected her just as much as ever. She wasn’t nearly so overt about it when she was gaming, which made him wonder how much of her prancing about and crotch-grabbing on other occasions was just to get attention. But she definitely showed clear signs of needing to pee quite often. It would start with a slight shaking of her leg, and then move up to crossed legs, and end up with her sitting on her heel and bouncing. She was resolute about getting to the end of the level or finding a save point, however; she never cracked while she had a controller in her hands. But on two occasions, as soon as she’d gotten to the level’s end she bolted from the room, the second time with a hand not only on her crotch but down her pants. That time she was in such a hurry she didn’t quite manage to close the door behind her, and the sound of her piss on porcelain was extremely loud in Parker’s ears. As was her deep sigh of relief. But she was a good player, and so Parker kept playing—if only to avenge his defeats at her hands when he was a little distracted. --------------------------------------------------- “Hey, Meagan? I’ve got a tough question. Can I interrupt, or would you rather wait?” “Now’s fine, this isn’t that important. What’s on your mind?” “We’ve got a whole room to ourselves. No parents to dodge. Housemates that actively encourage us. Birth control’s dealt with. We are living the college-student dream: we can fuck whenever we want. So… why aren’t we?” Meagan shook off his hands and got up. She roamed around the bedroom, processing her thoughts on her feet. “Um,” Meagan said. Parker waited. “I think I’ve got to say that part of it’s the stress. You know I’ve got a heavy load this semester, plus all the applications. But a lot of it’s the boredom.” “Boredom?” Parker felt his stomach sink. “I’m not bored of you, hon,” she said. “Dear god do you make me happy. But the sex is, well—we’re in a rut, I guess?” “We’re not exactly vanilla—” “No, no. But we do the same things. We fuck, we make love, I hold it for you, I make you wait for me.” “Well, there are all those other factors. The nuisances. The—my jealousy. Your distraction. The workload. All of ‘em are ganging up on us.” “Okay,” Parker said, trying to ignore the somersault his stomach had done when she’d said “jealousy.” “So what do you wanna do about it?” Meagan ran her fingers through her hair. “Ugh. I’m having a hard time getting my head straight on this. What do you wanna do?” Parker thought for a moment. “Well. We both know what I want. And I know what you want, in bed. But maybe—maybe what we need to figure out is what we both want. Let’s start basic: do you wanna have sex with me?” “Is this even a question?” “Well, I think it’s worth asking, even if you answer it fast.” “Yes. Yes I do.” “And I wanna have sex with you. Cool, that’s cleared up. So the problem’s got to be in the how.” “I’d like to try some new stuff. Spice it up, like people always say.” “I was wondering if maybe we should just wait a bit. When you were at camp over the summer, we were really horny when we got back together…” “Yeah, but—well, I’m worried that if we just stop having sex, we’ll start to break up.” His stomach lurched again, but he saw a way to salvage it. “I feel a sudden need to have a lot of sex.” “Yeah, when I put it that way! But lots of boring sex won’t help, either—gaaah.” She stopped pacing, staring out the windows. He got up and came over to her, putting his arms around her. “Mmmmmmkay,” she said. “You know what? I’m tired of the mind games.” “Was I playing mind games?” “No! Did I say you were?” “You made your annoyed sound.” “I did? What’s my annoyed sound?” “‘Mmmmmkay.’ When you’re angry, you really stretch that out.” “Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I do that. But you’re fine, I’m annoyed at myself. I’m psyching myself out, too much thinking. Sometimes being a shrink-in-training isn’t as useful as it ought to be. Anyway: I am not gonna fool myself into a dry spell. Let’s figure this out. Brainstorming time.” “Would you rather not hold it for me for a while?” “What I guess I’d rather do is hold it in new and exciting ways.” “Okay. And—if I can make an assumption—also make me wait to come in new and exciting ways?” “Oh yes.” “Mmkay, I can work with that. So let’s get some paper…” He grabbed a pen, ripped a page out of his notebook, drew a line down the middle, wrote “P” at the top of one side and “M” at the top of the other, and said, “Let’s think.” They stared at the paper for a while. Then Meagan took the pen and wrote holding contest on the “P” side. “So I’m a little—” Parker began, but shut himself up. “Right. We’re still brainstorming.” He added a few ideas of his own. Eventually the “P” side of the list looked like this: holding contest in public—movie theater? Pee on the quad Role-play photo shoot on the football field stopping in the middle of peeing The “M” side was shorter: waiting a whole week blue-balling “Can we start narrowing the lists down a bit?” Meagan asked. “Are we at that point?” “I think so,” Parker said. “I can’t come up with much more at the moment.” Meagan tapped the pen on Role-play. “What do you have in mind?” “A couple things,” Parker said. “I used to have this dream that I’m looking for a bathroom somewhere in my school…” “I think a lot of people have had that dream.” “Oh, really?” “I’ve definitely had it.” “Interesting—anyway, I’ve got the beginnings of an idea where you have to look around my old school for the bathroom, and I’ll tell you if you find it…” “Mmkay. Doesn’t sound too hard.” “And remember that fantasy I had about you being chained up…?” “Oh yeah, that one! ’Kay. Role-play is a possibility.” She circled it, then drew a clear black line through a couple others. “Not on the quad?” “Way too public.” “I was thinking maybe a Sunday morning before anyone else is awake.” “Nope. Still too public.” She tapped stopping in the middle of peeing. “I hear that’s a great way to give yourself a UTI.” “Okay, fair enough.” “I could hold it for you at a movie,” Meagan said, “but it would have to either be a movie I’ve seen before or a movie I don’t care about. And ideally a pretty empty theater. And I’m not peeing in there. I’m not going to make someone clean up a puddle.” “That’s fine.” “‘Photo shoot’?” Parker took a deep breath. “I’d like to have some pictures of you holding it. But we could make it all glamorous.” “I don’t think this girl’s ever been glamorous, hon.” “Well, there’s a first time for everything. And it’ll be in your own way.” “What’s ‘my way’?” “I’ve got some ideas.” She cocked her head a little. “Glamorous? Me?” “I have seen a lot of sexy bodies on the internet,” Parker said, “but the only sexy body I want pictures of now is yours.” She grinned. “Well now.” The grin faded. “Wait. We’d have to get them developed.” “I could borrow a digital camera from someone…” “No, I don’t want computers involved. I want hard copies only. And I don’t want any one-hour-photo guy seeing them, either.” “That kinda rules out most options, hon…” “But not all of them. Let’s find ourselves a Polaroid camera.” “Hah! Okay.” Meagan pointed to the last one under “P” that they hadn’t discussed yet: holding contest. “So what about this one?” “Well, a contest… um… you’d win, you know…” “All right. Not a contest. Supporting each other. Both of us trying to support the other person and help them hold as long as they can.” Parker slowly shook his head. “After that time on the road trip, I’m not sure about that.” Meagan sat back and looked at him. “That really freaked you out, didn’t it?” “You pushed me farther than I wanted to go.” “I know. I’m sorry. Should we just forget this idea, then?” “Please. For now, at least.” “Mmkay. But now let’s talk about my side of the list.” “When you say ‘waiting a whole week’…” “…I mean getting you up and hard, but not letting you come, for a whole week.” “Whew. Sounds to me like that would get me to blueballing no matter what.” “Maybe so.” “Hon, blue balls do hurt, y’know…” “Holding it can hurt a little too. You know that.” She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “The pain’s worth it to make the good part feel better, right? The good part is when we finally let it out. And I will make you come, you know, and take the ache away. I just—I want that power. Over you. And I want to see your face when I do let you come. And I hope I have your trust.” “Balance,” Parker said. “And trust.” “Yeah.” He took a deep breath. “I trust you.” She hugged him. “Thank you! Do you want to do both at once? Photo shoot and blue-balling?” “Sure.” “Find us a camera, hon, and we will have a magnificent night.”
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    Hi, I thought I share one of my old videos from Anette. We used to have a website long ago, and this was her first video. Sorry for the quality and camera shake, hope you like it anyway, anette-light-jeans-woods.wmv
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    Glad you like it. Maybe I'll put her in some more predicaments. ;3
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    She's a cute girl indeed! Here's another one from her... OMG! Unterwegs in die Jeans gepisst! mit MaryHaze.mp4
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    So next year, what do you want to see me make more of the most? ToiletStool adaptations? Comics starring Trina and other original characters? I mean both are happening but if there's one youre more excited about than the other I'd like to hear it. Then there's also the other goodies here and there like film scene fan art. 2019 is shaping up to be another busy year for me, I'll be posting the candidates for comics soon.
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    I had almost given up on trying to find this oldie, but here it is now! 15 girls having wetting accidents in the park, some with a bit of poop. A mix of jeans, pants, shorts, and skirts. The curvy one wearing tight white ankle capris gets an honorable mention. JAV code in image.

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    On Friday I had a desperation sighting and it reminded me of a time I was in the same situation so I thought I would share the sighting and then my own experience…. Let me fill in the background first. I have always loved reading and in the little town I grew up in there was a book shop that sold all the new books and is a modern book shop. However on the outskirts of town there is a little second hand book shop and growing up I used to love going there and looking through all the old books and spending my pocket money on them. As I got older and moved to high school I would sometimes walk that way home and call in and over time I became friends with the guy who owned the shop. When I was 14 I got a Saturday job working there and loved it, then when I went to Sixth Form College I had more time and worked there whenever I had spare time that I wasn’t at college. I continued working there all through my four years of college and then had to leave when I got a full time job. I still went in on a regular basis to feed my reading habit and still remain good friends with Albert the owner. Earlier this year he mentioned he was looking for somebody to work part time in the shop and at the time a girl I knew was looking for a job so I took her down and she started working there. This leads to the sighting on Friday. I was in town having ran some errands and I decided to go and see Albert and probably get some new books. When I got to the shop Lucy was behind the counter and when she saw it was me she waved and I walked over. She told me Albert had popped into town and should be back soon. I said it was fine as I wanted to look round and she asked if I wanted a drink. She made me and herself a cup of tea and we stood chatting for a while. As customers came in and she was dealing with them I wandered round looking for books for myself and slowly made a small pile on the counter. We were stood talking and she kept looking at a customer that was looking at the shelves. The guy picked out a couple of books and came over and paid for them and left. As he walked out of the shop she said “I hope Albert gets back soon, I could do with a pee”. I looked over at her and noticed that she was bouncing her leg against the base of the stool but apart from that she was showing no signs of being desperate. We went back to chatting as I flicked through the newest stock that hadn’t been put out yet and after about ten minutes she grabbed her phone and said “i’ll ring him and see where he’s got to”. I laughed and said “you know Albert, he most likely got sidetracked...or is stood talking to someone”. She laughed and lifted the phone to her ear and after a few seconds she said “hey Albert, just wondering how long you are going to be…...No No everythings fine here….it's just all those cuppa’s you made me earlier are catching up to me and I’m busting for a pee”. She laughed and then said “okay, see you soon”. She hung up the phone and said “he’s on his way back”. I nodded and then realised her issue, the shop doesn’t have a toilet, they always use the bathroom at the hairdressers next door and she was the only one there so couldn’t leave the shop. I turned to her and said “if you want to nip next door to the loo I can watch the shop”. She looked at me for a moment and said “no its okay, what if a customer comes”. I replied “I will tell them you will be back in a minute”. She thought about it but said “no its fine, I don’t want to risk getting in trouble with Albert”. I nodded and went back to looking through the box of books. As I was looking I kept glancing at her and could see her crossing and uncrossing her legs behind the counter and every so often she would bend forward slightly. I would have felt sorry for her but the fact I had given her a solution but she had turned me down negated that and I got turned on watching her subtly pee dance. Another ten minutes passed and she nervously laughed and said “if he doesn’t get back really soon I will have to accept your offer otherwise I’m gonna pee myself”. As she said that she stood up off her stool and squeezed her thighs together. I looked up at her and said “what, sorry I wasn’t paying attention”. I was, I just wanted to hear her say it again. She laughed and replied “I said If Albert doesn’t get back really soon I will have to take your offer to watch the shop so I can go next door to the loo because I’m nearly wetting myself. She danced and when she thought I wasn’t looking grabbed her crotch. After a few minutes of this the door opened and Albert came in. She looked up and saw it was him and said “oh thank god, I’m about to pee myself”. She dashed out of the shop past the window to next door. I spoke to Albert for a few minutes and she came back looking relieved and said “ahhh that’s much better”. I chatted with Albert for a while and then paid for my stuff and headed out. As I drove home I remembered when I got into the exact same situation a few years ago. ----------------------------------------------- It was a normal Friday and I was working in the shop serving customers and stacking shelves. When it got to lunchtime I went to the cafe next door on the other side and got myself a sandwich, a bun and a cup of coffee and came back and ate it in the back room. I finished my lunch break and went back to work. After a couple of hours I felt the need to pee but it wasn’t anything serious and nothing worth stopping working for. As the afternoon went on my bladder slowly filled and I got to the point of it being a prominent need that I couldn’t ignore. Albert said he had to go round the corner to the supermarket and then had a couple of errands to run in town and asked if I was ok watching the shop. I said I was fine and he headed out. I set about pricing up new books ready to put out on the shelves and as I was my bladder continued to fill and I realised the cup of tea I was sipping at wasn’t helping. After a few minutes I was feeling desperate and being stood still I found the need getting worse pretty quick. I finished pricing up and started to put the books out on display. Half an hour later I had put all the newly priced books and I was now stood behind the counter busting for a wee. When I had customers I was distracted but when they left and I was on my own it was hard to focus on anything but my pee filled bladder. As time slowly passed I got more and more desperate and went from 7 to 9 really quick. I stood behind the counter dancing and bouncing on my feet, crossing my legs and every so often when I got a desperate urge I would grab my crotch to help ease the pressure. Another ten minutes passed and I was starting to worry. I was now bursting for a wee and feeling like I was going to wet my knickers at any moment. I stood with my hand jammed between my legs holding against my pee hole to ease the pressure. Unfortunately a customer came in and I had to let go and as I did I felt my knickers dampen as a small drip escaped. I cursed the customer as she slowly looked round whilst I stood subtly dancing behind the counter trying desperately to keep my knickers dry. Eventually she picked something, paid and left. When she left I broke out into a pee dance and grabbed myself to bring the pressure back down. The need lessened slightly but I was still almost having an accident in my knickers. A few minutes passed and I was starting to drip from my pee hole and I knew I would have find a solution and fast. Just as I was thinking about what I could Albert came back and I tried to look calm and when he went into the back room I shouted “i’m just popping out i'll be back in a minute”. He shouted back his acknowledgement and I quickly walked out of the shop. I stopped dead when I saw a sign in the door of the hairdressers saying they had shut early that day. Seeing that made me leak into my knickers and I grabbed my pussy through my leggings not caring who saw. The cafe was shut as well as they closed after the lunch rush. The nearest toilets were in the supermarket round the corner but I knew if I went there I would burst before I got there, I was already leaking uncontrollably. I quickly walked around the back of the buildings to the alley where we keep the dumpsters. As I walked along my pee hole kept opening and leaking into my knickers which were now very wet. I walked down the alley and ducked behind a dumpster and quickly yanked down my leggings and knickers. The moment they were out of the way my bladder gave in and a stream erupted from my pee hole. I quickly squatted down and sighed in relief as my bladder emptied full force onto the pavement below me. It felt so good to let it out and I pee’d for well over a minute. Once the stream died down I pulled my knickers back up and got turned on when I felt the pee soaked fabric on my pussy. I pulled my leggings back up and went back to work like nothing had happened. ----------------------------------------------- I came back to reality and realised I had driven home. I got out of the car and found myself very aroused as a result of Lucy’s desperation and thinking about what happened to me and went inside and took care of my pressing need.
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    I remember this video from www.anettewetting.fw.hu . I saved a bunch of pictures and preview videos from in back in the day. She was definitely a cute and gutsy wetter. Do you still have any contact with her? Also, here were the free video previews you guys had on before the site was taken down. I always wanted to pick up the video in the 4th set where she wets herself in the market. videoset1.wmvvideoset2.wmvvideoset3.wmvvideoset4.avi