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  1. Jade baez

    another textfiles.com story

    Tinker was active in the 90s but haven't found anything after
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    Peeing in Walmart YouTube

    Wonder if anyone no her or if she does more
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    Peeing in Walmart YouTube

    Wonder if there anymore
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    Amateur - wettings

    Theres a video on YouTube called Maria fez xixi na rua - YouTube but it's deleted can anyone get it back also there was another one YouTube called truth or dare it has a girl wearIng black panties with a high waist and another wearing pink panties that cover everything they do hoolahooping kissing a stuffed bear and other stuff but it's deleted to can any one get these back
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    another textfiles.com story

    Welcome. Theres a video on YouTube called Maria fez xixi na rua - YouTube but it's deleted can anyone get it back also there was another one YouTube called truth or dare it has a girl wearIng black panties with a high waist and another wearing pink panties that cover everything they do hoolahooping kissing a stuffed bear and other stuff but it's deleted to can any one get these back please I'm not so good with saving or editing and
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    YouTube video request

    They're deleted so mite be hard to find
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    YouTube video request

    Couple other videos on YouTube that should be put on here too
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    YouTube video request

    Member 0 11 posts Report post Posted February 5 Theres a video on YouTube called Maria fez xixi na rua - YouTube but it's deleted can anyone get it back also there was another one YouTube called truth or dare it has a girl wearIng black panties with a high waist and another wearing pink panties that cover everything they do hoolahooping kissing a stuffed bear and other stuff but it's deleted to can any one get these back please I'm not so good with saving or editing and
  10. "Dream Team" By Tinker, February 1994 Yelling and laughing, the bunch of cheerleaders returned from their training session to the locker room. It had been the first outside training of the season, and they always felt that it had something special. Doing gymnastics in the sports hall was just hard work, but outside they usually did other things, like training the various cheers (it felt stupid to yell in the hall) and all kinds of "dressed rehearsals" and such. Today, they really had not done anything serious. They did some stretching, ran around the field for ten minutes, did some more stretching, and that was about it. Diana, their trainer, had brought in the new costumes for the coming season and halfway the training someone sneakily opened the boxes and took a look. Of course, that cancelled the whole training and the girls had spent the rest of the time just trying the new outfits. The first thing they did after returning to the locker room was fighting for a place in front of the mirror, to look at themselves in the new uniforms. It was an unwritten law that their cheerleader team always had the same basic type of outfit, with only colour scheme and attributes changed. A few years ago, some jerk of the school board had tried to change them over to a kind of one-piece swim suit with rushes, but that proposal had been violently attacked by everyone then on the team. They all felt that a cheerleader's uniform just had to be standard. Imagine the players' uniform being changed by leaving out the paddings or something silly like that! For them, "standard" meant long hair, tight sweater-like top with sleeves, wide, short skirt, and high, tight boots. Variations on the theme were encouraged as long as these basics were not touched. The new uniforms featured a blue top with white inset as a kind of decollete from the shoulders down to their bellies, white skirts, and blue-and-white boots. The general opinion about this combination was positive, and most girls liked what they saw in the mirror. Of course, Jane couldn't resist mentioning that the white part of the top should have been left out, but that was to be expected of her. While the other girls still stood in front of the mirror, Melissa and Alice returned to the pile of boxes and started searching for the missing attributes. The pompoms they dug up where white and blue as well, as expected. The white hair lints immediately were thrown around the locker room and everyone snatched one. When the pile was down to only one, fairly small box, Melissa took it without opening to the middle of the room and called for silence. Since there were only three new girls in the team this year, most girls knew what was going on and quickly they gathered around the box. "Alright, who takes the first guess?", Melissa asked. "I'll do", Ann replied. "Just look at the rest of the uniform. Plain white. Boooring." Alice countered: "No way, just the opposite. Top to bottom: blue-white- blue-white-white. Blue is missing. I vote for blue." Cindy and Janice agreed with her, and voted blue. Jane, as always, claimed it was shocking pink, but she was ignored. "No black, red, green, turqoise or magenta votes this year?", Melissa wondered. "Geez. We are getting conservative." That said, she opened the box and took out a pile of pale blue panties, which caused rumour and a sense of common agreement among the girls. It was far better than white, clearly contrasting with their white skirts, not too sensitive to sand and grass stains, and not too challenging. Jane was dissapointed and announced she would wear shocking pink when the team got into the Super Bowl. Since it was only four o'clock and none of the girls had something else to do (normally training until at least half past five), the gang decided to just stay around for a while and have a good time. They had a small part of the sports building to themselves, and often organised some party there after the Friday training. The fridge still contained a few bottles and although they officially denied it, potato chips were abundant. And since the girls were quite good friends as well, everybody stayed. Cindy, Jane, Maureen, Alice and Ann took some family packs of chips and two big bottles of (no diet) Coke and went outside, to enjoy the sun that was already strong enough to make sitting in it comfortable. Still wearing their uniforms, they sat down on the grass that bordered to the building. The bottles and packages went around and quickly the usual gossip came up. Melissa had been spotted last Saturday evening, dating a local stud, and being completely drunk. When Cindy and Maureen went home together at about half past ten that evening, they stumbled upon Melissa and the stud and silently followed them for a while. Melissa clearly was slightly off the world, and the stud was making jokes about it. Two times Melissa threatened him that she would wet herself from laughing about his stupid jokes if he didn't stop, but the stud either didn't care or didn't understand (probably the latter). So after the third stupid joke, Melissa laughed hard again, then suddenly looked down to her short denim skirt and pressed her hands into her crotch. She stopped laughing, mumbled "Oops" and then started an uncontrollable giggle. Cindy said she did not know if it came because of Melissa being stone drunk or just badly needing to pee, but she described what happened as follows. "Melissa just stopped walking, spread her legs, bent her knees a bit, and began to piss right there. She didn't just wet herself by accident, well, maybe at first, but after she put her legs apart, she sure as hell just peed in the middle of the sidewalk." Jane frowned. "You mean, she didn't even *try* to take her panties off, or just squat down?" "Nope. It would have made matters worse, by the way. Her skirt was so tight that she just couldn't squat without wetting her skirt as well." Alice asked: "So Melissa just peed in her pants voluntarily?" "Well, I don't know that, but she surely did not make much trouble out of it. After she finished, she squeezed her thights together and walked on, still giggling. When we came to the spot, there was a big puddle, so it was not a tiny accident." Alice blinked her eyes and softly said: "I've sometimes wondered how it would feel to wear wet panties. Do you think Melissa could tell me?" Maureen shook her head. "No way. She would not remember it, because she was stone drunk. She probably went to bed still wearing her wet panties." Ann smiled and said that she liked the idea of wearing wet panties under a skirt. It would be even more exciting then wearing no panties at all. Concurrently Alice and Maureen admitted they shared the same thoughts, and Alice even added that the costumes they wore at the moment would probably be the best to wear if someone wanted to try. The weather was nice, and she wore a short skirt, so having wet panties was no real problem. Alice pulled up her legs, spread her knees and looked at her blue panties. "Does anyone know how far they get wet if you really have peed in them?", she asked. Ann crouched to her and with her finger drew a half-circle on Alice's crotch: "Until about here, I think." Maureen proposed to go inside and wet the crotch of her panties under the tap, put them on again, and show the effect. Ann immediately supported the idea, and volunteered to help. Alice hesitated. "Well... we could of course do that, and it would look good, but then we still don't know what really happened to Melissa. How it felt. And ehh... it is quite simple to exactly find out what happens, without any guessing." She still doubted. Should she just stand upright and piss in her pants? It seemed quite bold. There was a short moment of silence. All the five girls looked at eachother. It was, of course, Jane, who took the decision they all were a bit reluctant to take. "Listen girls. We all wear a short skirt, have dry clothes and a shower at hand, and are eager to try something out. I cannot speak for you, but I'm gonna try it." Alice nodded. "I'm in. I've tried before, but never dared to really do it. Do you think we should call in the rest of us, and especially Melissa?" Maureen said: "Just wait with that. It might turn out to be a fiasco. We all think we like it, but I don't know of the rest. Just try it first and then go in. I want to see the rest of us when they discover." Only Ann and Cindy had not yet agreed to join in. Jane asked them. "Ann, do you want to join us?" "Yeah, sure, it must be really easy to do it with these uniforms. I'm not sure I will like it, but I think it will be just fun, and I certainly want to try it." Remained Cindy, who started the whole thing by telling the story of Melissa but had been silent since the subject of wet panties had been brought up. She blushed and looked to the ground. "I don't know. I told the story because I found it weird, and now you want me to pee my uniform myself. It is brand new, for God's sake! Should we really do this? I mean, what if someone discovers?" As an answer, Jane stood up. "Nobody will. Look at me. I wear a skirt, right? And I wear panties. Not shocking pink, alas, but boring blue." To illustrate that, she hiked up her skirt and showed off the new panties. Then, she dropped the skirt again. "But as long as I leave my skirt down, nobody will see anything. You see? Come on, it's just your panties, not your whole uniform." Cindy shook her head. "No. I'm not going to do it. But, if you don't mind, I would like to see you do it. Please?" All agreed. Ann, Maureen, Jane and Alice got up, chose a place on the grass, and then dumbly looked at eachother. This was harder than they expected. How did you start? Jane grinned, "Geez, it's exciting", and then spread her legs. She arranged her short white skirt nicely over her hips and wondered where to leave her arms. They ended up in her sides. Ann followed her example, putting her boots firmly apart, throwing her long hear over her schoulder, and looking to Cindy, who still sat down on the grass. "Are you *sure* you don't want to join us?" Cindy slowly shook her head. Maureen, who stood with her legs tightly together, hesitated. "I want to try something else. Just out of curiosity. Spreading my legs would be too big a giveaway as to what I was doing. I'll do it just this way." She inched her boots a tiny bit apart, and took the familiar pose of a cheerleader listening to the national hymne. "Look out for your boots, Maureen", warned Jane. "They'll get wet". "I don't care. I just want to see if I can do it this way if it is necessary. Remember the game against the Vikings?" Everyone, including Cindy, laughed. During that particular game, Maureen had been talking to a journalist during the half-time break and did not go to the toilet. In the second half, she really had trouble holding her pee. After the game, she rushed to the locker room. "And yes, I admit, I did not reach the toilet in time. When I passed the showers, I felt it coming. So I just entered the showers, and even before I could squat down I started to pee. I stood there for a few seconds, trying to hold, but no way. When I quickly looked up my skirt I saw a dark stain growing between my legs. So I squatted down and let it come. I really liked it, and afterwards just went out to mingle with the crowd." Alice giggled. "I knew. I saw you coming out of the showers, with your skirt lifted, and then get a towel to dry your legs." Maureen blushed. Alice decided to follow Maureen in her pose, "Just to fool around." Jane looked around the circle of four fully dressed cheerleaders, two with their legs widely apart. "Alright. There I go." She took a deep breath, swallowed, checked her skirt again, and then closed her eyes. The other four girls eagerly watched Jane as she prepared to wet her panties. After a few seconds, Jane opened her eyes and simply told: "I did it. I really did it. Geez I can't believe it." She hiked up her skirt and examined her blue panties. Indeed, there was a big stain in her crotch, and Jane slid with a finger over it. "Actually, it isn't that wet. Just moist. It feels nice." Then a dripping sound became noticeable. Jane looked up. "That's not me!" Ann looked at Alice, Jane looked at Ann, and Alice looked at Maureen. Maureen did not look at anything. With her legs still together, she was completely drown into the activity of thoroughly wetting her panties. With a satisfied smile on her face, she had just imagined that 15,000 people were watching while she really couldn't hold, and then she opened the faucet as far as she could. Her stream of pee soaked her panties within a second, and then dripped from under her tiny skirt down onto her boots, which made the sound that alerted the others. "Geez Maureen, that's cool," Ann said in amazement. "If we had not heard it, we wouldn't have noticed at all. Your skirt hides it completely." Maureen just said "Hmmm" and continued to soak her panties. The flow now streamed down the inside of her legs as well, and Maureen tensioned her ankle muscles to prevent the liquid from entering her boots. Which only partially succeeded. But she held her pose to the millimeter, and just smiled, listening to the hymne. Jane looked at her crotch again, and without putting her skirt down, began to pee for the second time. The dark blue patch in her panties grew, and started to glisten in the sunlight. Soon her panties could not hold the pee anymore and it fell down between her widely spread legs, leaving no trail on the grass. Jane dropped her skirt and threw her head back, yelling "Yehaa!" while sticking her arms up in the air. Ann now couldn't stand it anymore. While meeting the eyes of Maureen, who still had not finished, she took a deep breath and peed. Not hard, but very steadily. Trembling of excitement, she felt her warm liquid flow into her panties, seeking a way out. Maureen must have noticed this, because she winked to her. Ann sighed again and stroke her skirt, that covered up all signs of what was going on. Her panties now felt like a warm, moist towel, and Ann wondered when the fabric would give up and pee would drip down. Not yet, clearly. So far, so good. More pee. Her hands clutched the hem of her skirt as she pushed her bladder contents out. Wow, this felt good. With her legs spread about three feet, she had not to worry about her boots, and she knew her skirt would not touch her panties. Ann felt completely secure, and really enjoyed the warm flow of liquid around her crotch. She looked at Jane, who was already looking at her. Two rather pretty cheerleaders, legs spread out wide as in a starting position for a cheer, wearing nice little skirts, wetting the hell out of their panties. As Alice looked at the three other girls who already had gotten themselves completely soaked underwear, she thought back to her childhood. It was a well-kept secret of hers that she had always wanted to pee herself, but almost never actually had. It also was no accident that she had caught Maureen wetting her panties in the showers: she had soon guessed why Maureen was so stressed and just hoped that she couldn't make it to the toilet. Watching Maureen getting herself some wet panties really excited her. Alice didn't know when this attention for peeing started, but she assumed that it began when she was about four, having watched a girlfriend suddenly squatting and doing a pee on the sidewalk, and clearly still wearing her panties. As a child, she twice had set out to wet herself, putting on old panties and a long, wide skirt, but had backed out both times. The first time her girlfriend showed up, the second time she had already squatted and was building up courage to begin when she realised that she simply did not need to pee. Embarrasing, and enough to spoil the whole enterprise. Of course she peed through her swimsuit when she could, but her only real experience had been when she came back home late, horny, and needed to pee badly. When she put the key in the lock, she suddenly realised that she needed to pee badly, *and* that she wore a skirt, *and* that nobody was home, *and* that nobody would see, because it was dark. All pieces of the puzzle came together. Adrenaline started pumping while she still opened the door, but then decided to go for it and dropped the keys. Pretending to pick them up, she squatted down, pulled her long skirt up over her knees, and peeked at her panties. While still doubting to start or not, nature decided for her, and she began to wet herself. Because it was too dark she couldn't see anything under her skirt, and being glad that at least she now finally had wet panties, she pushed back her skirt over her knees and simply enjoyed the feeling of warm pee streaming into her panties. She enjoyed it so much that she couldn't resist reaching under her skirt and stroking her clit through her still leaking panties. She came within five seconds and had sore muscles for three days afterwards. Alice looked at Jane, Ann, and Maureen, who were busy doing exactly what she had wanted to do for so long. Jane did it violently, with a lot of show and her panties exposed. Ann plainly enjoyed it, just wetting herself calmly under her skirt, but did not try to hide it because she had her boots far apart. Maureen still was secretly wetting herself in front of 15,000 people. Alice felt her skin glowing as she watched her girlfriends. Now she finally would fully and completely pee her panties, dressed up in her working uniform. Eagerly she put her legs a foot apart and started to count down from five. "Hello sneakers. Going outside with the chips, huh?" The four girls crudely awoke out of their wet dreams and looked disturbed at Melissa and Janice, who had come out of the building in search for more to eat. There was a silence of three seconds, only broken by the dim sound of dripping. Janice did not immediately understand the situation, said "What the..." and looked slowly around. To Jane, who still had her arms up in the air and therefore showed off a bit of very wet panties. To Ann, who stood in a pose that could only mean one thing to every girl in the world. To Maureen, who still smiled, realising that 15,000 and 15,002 makes no difference at all. To Alice, who was trapped in the middle of the most glorious moment in her life until now, and still had no wet panties, dammit. And to Cindy, who silently sat down on the grass against the wall, with a red face, trying to cover up that her hands had been between her legs. Melissa just said: "Wow! That looks cool, girls. Can I join in?" She promptly stepped forward and with no trace of hesitation spread her legs, wiped her hair out of her face, and looked to Janice. "Come on, Janice! It is just a game. To celebrate the spring and our new uniforms, I suppose. In praise of Coca Cola ltd. Hallelujah!" Even while she spoke, pee streamed from under her skirt and she wiggled her hips, drawing a circle on the grass. "Hmmm. Nice weather today. And this uniform is just as good as the former three. Maybe the skirt is a bit short. I'll have to be more careful this year. Panties feel good, however. Really good, I dare to say." And then she just started to pee harder, so the girls could hear the pee hissing into Melissa's panties. Janice still did not completely understand. Ten seconds ago, she suddenly discovered four of her girlfriends fully dressed in brand-new uniforms and acting like babies. One of her girlfiends had been very busy embarassing herself. And the sixth friend just had wet herself like a pro in less time than she needed to say "Hello". Well. It certainly was a surprise. Alice looked at Janice and almost exploded with anger. "Oh no! You're not going to stop me! I wanted to get myself wet panties for a zillion years and I will get them, no matter what." Janice nodded, not understanding. "Oh yeah. Do what you like. I won't stop you. I think." She fumbled with her skirt. "In fact, I ehh..." She looked at Alice, who still stood with her legs apart but clearly did not yet wet herself, and then to Cindy, who had scrambled to her feet and was busy putting her skirt decently down. Janice blinked her eyes. "It seems I am the only one left. Do you really just put your legs apart and pee? Right through your panties? Without even lifting your skirt? Is it fun?" The whole gang of cheerleaders now bursted out in laughter and gathered around Janice, who soon found herself overloaded with good advice and technical details. In the mean time, Alice shook her head and walked away from the scene, still wearing perfectly dry blue panties under her teasing skirt, and horny as hell. She couldn't resist to look up her skirt to see if her panties were maybe wet from some other kind of liquid. Nope. She still had the chance to do it properly: in dry panties. While the gang still was laughing and advising Janice on how to wet herself, Alice stroke her breasts, went down to her skirt, and stroke her clit through her skirt and panties. Then she turned around and put her legs apart. And looked right into the eyes of Cindy, who had silently followed her. "Please?", was all what Cindy said. Alice nodded. They embraced and put their right thigh firmly into the crotch of eachother. Cindy remembered to pull up their skirts, so that they would not get wet. Their blue-pantied crotches were soon hugging together, and with a moan of pleasure, Alice let escape the pressure of fifteen years of eager expectation. While her fellow cheerleader grabbed Alice's buttocks under her skirt, Alice finally pissed in her pants. It was absolutely fabulous, and her warm, moist panties increased the friction between her crotch and Cindy's. In the mean time, Cindy felt Alice starting to pee, and this was the last thing she needed to convice herself that even new uniforms can be spoiled. With a sigh of relief, she let go, and added a load of warm pee to the already visible moist in her panties. The two girls now peed together, and started to grind their crotches until they both had an orgasm that lasted a minute. The gang now was finished instructing Janice and backed off, forming a circle around her. She now stood in a mixture of all poses she had seen: her high boots about two feet apart, her knees not locked but slightly bent, her white skirt carefully modeled to reveal nothing but cover as little as possible, her left arm in her left side, her right arm casually hanging down, her top pulled tightly over her breasts, and her long hair left over her shoulder to the front, right just hanging down to halfway her back. The gang complimented itself with the result: Janice now was the most beautiful cheerleader they had ever seen and boy, she would wet herself to another planet. Janice smiled, imagined the pale-blue panties between her legs, looked at Ann whose skirt hid her soaked panties, looked at Maureen whose boots were full of little drops, and nodded. The gang held their breath, and Janice started. It took six seconds for her to get some pee into her panties, and six more seconds to overload them. When the pee started to flow onto the grass, the whole gang cheered and Janice felt an exciting urge to push really hard. She pushed so hard that she could almost feel her pee jetting through the fabric of her panties and touching her skirt. But no, Jane had carefully arranged her skirt so that it was just one millimeter below her panties and the jet went forward unabashed. Instead of right under her, the stream fell down half a foot in front, which lead to common approvement. After all this enjoyment, all seven girls took out the drinks and chips and gathered on the field. Their uniforms were completely fitted for this and nobody even thought of changing. Sitting and standing against the wall, they chatted and giggled as usual, and it was in this state that their trainer, Diana, found them after coming back from the coordination center where she had planned the use of the main sports hall for the next season. "Hi girls, still enjoying your new uniforms? They sure look good!" Diana did not quite understand the uncontrollable burst of laughter she encountered. "Well, Di, we have to say that these uniforms are absolutely and completely fulfilling our deepest wishes," Jane announced formally. Diana frowned. "How do you mean? What did I do wrong?" "Well," Maureen added, "you never taught us what to do in case of a disaster." More giggling. "???", Diana's eyebrows signalled. Maureen continued. "A disaster like needing to pee while out on the field." Diana shrugged. "If you really have to go and you cannot sneak out, just do it into your panties." Being used to receiving disgust and disbelief to this sarcastic old joke of hers, Diana now really wondered why the girls suddenly had to laugh really hard. Jane, of course, had the idea. She started to walk around Diana and signalled the other girls to follow. Soon Diana was surrounded by mean- looking cheerleaders, which she partly enjoyed and partly frowned upon. Jane opened the attack: "Well, Diana, since you apparently have much experience 'just doing it into your panties', we would like to see some example. So we know how to do it when it happens to us." Diana was startled. "What... how... but... but of course this was a joke, do you understand? You don't think I meant it, do you?" Maureen gave Diana an evil grin. Diana helplessly looked at Ann, who seemed the least militant of the girls, and said to her: "But nobody of you has ever really had troubles on the field, haven't you? This is just a joke, isn't it?" Ann smiled her most pleasant smile, and Diana relaxed a bit. Then, Ann lifted her skirt and revealed her soaked blue panties. "You see? Of course this is a joke." Now all the girls showed off their wet underwear and Jane winked at Diana: "A trainer has to lead her team over hills and through valleys, and sometimes even through rivers." Diana sighed and looked to the ground. Alright, she thought. Another bunch of girls that have discovered themselves. Last time this had happened five years ago, but the whole team had been renewed since then. She took a deep breath and addressed the team. "Listen. I know this. I used to do this myself when I was a cheerleader, and I enjoyed it. Really. But that was ten years ago. I stopped, and I never thought of introducing it to you. You discovered it yourself. Good. Enjoy it, do it whenever and whereever you like, but don't expect me to follow." She looked around, and met a few dissapointed eyes. "Understood?" Seven girls nodded, and the skirts went down again. Diana continued. "So for this one and only occasion, and because it is spring, and because I just had a hell of a time getting the hall for you every Friday, I will show you how it *really* is done." It was silent for one second, and then a huge "Hurray" sounded over the field. Diana smiled and inspected her clothes. She wore her normal outfit, which consisted of a sweater and a skirt down to her knees. Because of the warm weather, she had no pantyhose on and walked on bare feet in clogs. Not too bad. She slipped out of her clogs and put them aside. The cheerleaders made room and eagerly followed all her movements. Diana pointed to her skirt and told: "You see, squatting is difficult with this skirt." To demonstrate it, she actually squatted, and her skirt just followed her thighs and would not fall down. It did, however, open up the way for the girls to look at Diana's panties and Jane yelled: "You see that shocking pink is not *that* strange." Diana sighed and tried to remember what had brought her to put on pink panties under a red-and-yellow skirt. Top-of-the-pile, probably. Anyway, she rose to her feet again and taught: "Since I cannot squat with this skirt, I have to stand up, and that is more fun anyway." The girls agreed. Diana put her legs a bit apart and put her hands behind her back. "Just don't do something that reveals your intention. Do normal." Ann nodded, and parted her boots. Diana immediately shifted her attention to Ann, directed her to put her boots closer together, and explained that wearing a short skirt made spreading your legs far more visible. Maureen started to move as well, and was put into the correct pose by Diana. Cindy and Alice slipped their hands under their skirts. "Look out what you do with your hands. Ann, not in your sides. It is too revealing. If you have pompoms, just hold them in front of you. In this case, here, hold this," and she tossed a bag of potato chips to Ann. "Just generally try do do as if you are just waiting." Diana herself looked at her watch, looked at the sky, put her left hand in the pocket of her skirt, and started fiddling with her hair. Maureen poked her nose. "Right. And then, you just go." Ann and Maureen clearly waited for Diana to go first. She smiled, and started to walk. Amazed the girls made room. Diana walked a few meters, turned around, and pointed into the distance. "Look, a helicopter". The girls looked, but there was nothing to see. When they looked back to Diana, she had her right hand above her eyes to cut off the sunlight and still looked to the point in the distance. But her legs suddenly were a foot apart. Diana blinked her eyes, and a familiar little stream emerged from under her skirt. While still peeing, Diana arched back and put her arms in her neck. "Ahhh. Good to be back." She smiled, looked down to her skirt, and asked herself why she had stopped peeing her panties at all. Still being completely in control, she decided to increase the pressure on her bladder to get some more flow into her underwear. The cheerleaders wondered about the remarkable ease with which Diana seemed to play her naughty game. They themselves wore very short skirts and special panties, and had their real clothes at hand. But Diana actually wore her own clothes, with a normal, long skirt, and was wetting in her normal panties that she had worn and would be wearing the rest of the day. If necessary, she would not even have taken her clogs off. She would just start peeing when the President passed. And she really liked it. Now Ann, still eating chips, started to wet her panties again, and her graceful legs soon were the sentinels of another waterfall. Maureen now for the first time experienced the feeling of pee freely gushing into her panties but not flowing down along her legs, so she was somewhat startled by the effect. She looked down in amazement and clearly liked it. When Diana had finished pushing the contents of her bladder into her panties, she walked to the building wall. "Alright, do you still have drinks left?" Arrived at the spot, she hiked up her skirt, revealing thoroughly soaked pink panties, and sat down. The cheerleaders gathered around her, soon followed by Ann and Maureen who wanted to finish their private enjoyment first. The whole gang stayed there until long after six, when the sun dropped behind the horizon and they realised that they had to go home for dinner real soon. Quickly the girls undressed and showered (with the exception of Diana, of course), and slipped into their normal clothes. Three girls wore skirts, and clearly were very pleased with them. They all went their way, and knew the next cheerleader training was only two days away.
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    Dorothy's Adventure by Tinker, April 1994 Dorothy was bored. The whole morning she had been busy working on her thesis at home, and her PC was not exactly cheerful company. Yawning she opened the blinds of the window which she had partly closed to keep the sunlight off her screen. It was a beautiful day in spring, and a shame to spend it inside the house. But she had no choice. Her thesis was due early next month. On the other side of the street a small group of children hang around on a playground and they made quite a lot of noise. Dorothy partly hated this, since it kept her from her work, and partly liked the sound of playing children since it was trusted and comforting. Given the bright sunshine, she decided to like it more than hate it and sat back behind her desk to read some less interesting papers while drinking lots of ice tea. After about half an hour, Dorothy again looked out of the window and noticed that everyone had left the playground except for three young girls, all about ten years old. They seemed to be deeply involved into some typically girlish chat, giggling and whispering while standing closely together. Slightly amused, Dorothy forgot about her thesis and with both hands under her chin she started to observe the girls. It was very difficult to understand any of the whispering noises, but once in a while Dorothy could capture a single word. Still, she couldn't make any sense out of it. Smiling she thought back to her own youth, when she had had this type of chat with her girlfriends all the time. Suddenly she could hear a whole sentence: "No you don't!". Followed by "Yes I do!" yelled by another girl. Hey! An argument? With doubled interest Dorothy took another swallow of her ice tea and moved her chair closer to the open window. Apparently one of the girls had made a statement that was not believed by the other two. The one girl, who was wearing a dress while the two others wore trousers, started to look around, apparently to see if someone was nearby. But she did not spot Dorothy in the window on the first floor. "You don't dare it!", one of the two trousered girls teasingly yelled. The girl wearing the pink dress stuck out her tongue and said "I'll show you." Being sure that nobody except her two girlfriends was looking, she walked over to a nearby lawn with her friends gigglingly following her. Arrived at the lawn, the girl hiked up her dress and pulled up her light blue panties firmly. Then she turned around to face her two friends and while sticking out her tongue again she dropped her dress and stroke it down. It reached to just above her knees and moved a little in the light breeze. The girl straightened her back and looked to her friends: "Alright so?". One girl shook her head: "No, you should put your legs apart. If you don't, your shoes will get wet." The dressed girl nodded and after looking around another time, she parted her legs about thirty centimeters. Dorothy had been following this scene with rising interest, and now started to feel ashamed and excited at the same time. Was this girl indeed going to wet herself in front of her girlfriends? Apparently that was exactly what she intended, as all three girls now were silently watching the spot on the lawn between her shoes. Almost without noticing it, Dorothy's right hand slipped between her thighs and she pressed two fingers against her clit. Outside, the girl in the pink dress looked around for the last time, stroke the front of her dress, left her hands resting on her hips and said something. Her two girlfriends now watched very closely. For about ten seconds, nothing happened or moved except for her dress in the breeze. Then the two friends suddenly yelled and applauded, while the dressed girl smiled and looked down. Dorothy cursed the fact that her eyes were not good enough to follow exactly what was going on, but she assumed that the girl had successfully peed her panties and that her girlfriends could see something falling down between her legs. The girl in the dress indeed looked very much like a girl that was wetting herself: carefully she checked the environment for people, and in between she constantly looked down while her face showed much excitement. In fact, only a good observer would have noticed anything special about the three girls. The sole reason to suspect anything unusual would have been the parted legs of one girl. The two other girls started to walk around her, and watched her from all sides. Apparently she was still peeing, as she herself did not move at all and kept looking down to the hem of her dress. Dorothy now was rubbing her crotch firmly, and could not get her eyes off the girl in pink. Suddenly the girl squatted down and remained in that position for a few seconds, looking up her dress to her panties. Unfortunately for Dorothy she could not see anything because the viewing angle was awkward. Before she could get angry about that however, the girl rose to her feet again and Dorothy could clearly hear her saying: "You see I dare to do it! Now where is that ice cream?" Apparently the wet panties under her dress did not disturb her in any way, as the three girls headed down the road in a hurry. Dorothy sighed, pressed her thighs together and grinned at the thought that a childish little game could excite her so much. She could not remember having played this sort of games herself when she was ten years old. Other naughty games yes, but actually wetting herself under her dress, no. Reluctantly Dorothy went back to her papers and read on until she heard her clock beat one time. Then with a shock she realised that it was already half past eleven and that she should get her groceries from the shop before it closed for the noon break. Happy to get away from her PC for a while, Dorothy jumped off her chair and stumbled down the stairs to the living room. She picked up her purse and her shopping bag and went outside. The groceries shop was about five minutes walking away. Just after turning the first corner, Dorothy realised that all the ice tea had caused her bladder to fill up a lot. She really had to go to the bathroom. After looking at her watch she decided that she could easily go back home, take a leak, and return to the shop before closing time. Walking the thirty meters back home, she passed the lawn and couldn't help thinking back to the three girls playing naughty games. Immediately she started to feel very hot, and looked up to the burning sun. Suddenly her jeans seemed completely inappropriate garments to wear in such nice weather. Even before she reached the front door of her home, Dorothy had decided what to do. Inside her house she did not go to the bathroom next to the front door, but hurried up the stairs and attacked her wardrobe closets. Browsing through her garments, she soon found what she was looking for: her denim mini skirt. Quickly she kicked off her sneakers, pulled down her jeans and threw them onto her bed. After dubbing for two seconds, she also took off her white cotton panties and rummaged in her drawers for a replacement. Some dark blue pairs of panties were thrown aside. With a smile she took out her only red panties, that she had bought a while ago in a lapse of insanity, since she had no red skirts at all. After putting them on she reached for the skirt and stepped into it. It was rather short, about twenty-five centimeters above her knees, but still long and tight enough to wear it without any fear of showing off her underwear as long as she did not open her knees while seated. Dorothy closed the zipper, put her white T-shirt inside her skirt and tightened the belt. She then sat down onto her bed to put on her high black boots. While tightening the laces, it occurred to her that this was quite an outfit to go shopping for groceries. Still, it was not in any way exceptional to wear a T-shirt and a short skirt in this weather. Only the boots might be a bit strange, but she never wore sandals anyway and sneakers or pumps seemed even more inappropriate. She was sure that nobody would really notice her any more than yesterday. Dorothy fastened the lace of her left boot and looked at herself in the mirror. Still being seated, her red knickers were clearly visible between her thighs. She stood up and pulled her skirt down. Now everything was alright and she felt that she could go out without attracting any attention. Going down the stairs, she felt a strange feeling of tense building up, and as she walked to the shop again she could not help looking around for nicely sheltered spots. Feeling very happy, she entered the shop and took the groceries she needed. As she moved through the shop, she could almost feel the people looking at her as she turned her back on them, but when she quickly turned around nobody was ever looking. Besides, most shop visitors were women anyway. Dorothy reminded herself that her clothing was completely inconspicuous as far as her little plan was concerned, and proceeded to the checkout aisles. There was a small line since only one aisle was open, and during the two minutes waiting time her bladder really started to demand attention. Normally this would have meant a problem, albeit small, since her house was five minutes away. But now it was a great thing. Still full of joy, Dorothy paid for the groceries and left the shop. Her whole body now was trembling from excitement and she was aware of all her movements as she walked back home. Amazing how this idea she had could influence her perception of the world. Everything seemed bright and happy, and the center of the universe was her red underwear hidden under her dark blue denim skirt. Dorothy now deliberately took a detour by turning left, and she entered the park on which border she lived. It was about lunch time and very few people were in sight. She felt her panties almost burning under her skirt, and could not wait much longer to put out the fire down there. Quickly she found her way to a small pool surrounded by bushes and with two wooden benches for people to rest and enjoy the serene scene. It had only two entrances and Dorothy knew that the opposing entrance led to a part of the park that had no other exit. She took the risk that someone was already walking about there and might come back, because it would be unlikely at this hour and on this day of the week. And if someone showed up anyway, she would be just enjoying the view. Dorothy put the bag with groceries on a bench and looked around. She wanted to be on grass if possible, and walked towards the pool which was bordered by three meters of well-maintained lawn. As she stopped one meter from the water, all her senses were on maximum and she felt very excited, very pretty, and very determined. She also felt as female as a woman could feel, and had to deny herself the joy of striking her breasts and reaching up her skirt for her clit. She would do something entirely different. Unlike the girl in the pink dress, who had tightly pulled up her panties and arranged her dress before starting, Dorothy did not take any special precautions. She thought it would spoil the magic of the moment to start rummaging with her clothes. Dorothy wanted to be exactly as she left the shop, wearing the same white T-shirt, denim skirt, boots, and panties. She specifically did neither touch nor look at her skirt. She just wiped her hair from her forehead and spread her legs. Her thumbs hooked behind her belt and she placed the palms of her hands on her hips. Quickly she glanced to the entrance to the rest of the park, and took a deep breath. And waited. Deep inside her, the burning desire started to move. Dorothy closed her eyes as she felt her bladder reluctantly opening up. Slowly, very slowly her pee started its way down inside her body. She could almost hear her panties scream in alarm. Every muscle in her body tensed and her heart started beating in her ears. There was no way back now. She was going to wet herself. Nothing could prevent it anymore. Under her tight skirt, her virgin panties gave up and accepted their fate. Dorothy experienced an intense happiness as she felt it coming, and when she finally started to pee she could only whisper "Yes". Dorothy had wet herself. Her pee entered her panties as gradually as it had been formed inside her body. Dorothy could feel her underwear absorb the fluid as it spread around her crotch. With her eyes still closed, she imagined her panties changing colour as the wetness increased. It was wonderful. Dorothy glowed with excitement as she continued to pee herself under her skirt, and she started to move her hips a bit backward and forward uncontrollably. Although she knew it could not be the case, her senses told her that everything below her waist got completely soaked, skirt included. Dorothy trusted her knowledge of female anatomy and skirts unconditionally, and she kept peeing. Her panties continued to absorb her pee as well as they could. But finally she heard something falling onto the ground, and couldn't resist opening her eyes and looking down. From under her short blue skirt a tiny stream fell down between her parted legs, and dissapeared without a trail on the grass. Her skirt, her legs, her boots: everything was completely normal. Only her particular pose would give a hint as to what was happening under her mini. Even that could be arranged for. Dorothy carefully pulled her legs together until they were less than thirty centimeters apart. Still nothing worth mentioning happened. A passer-by would have seen a pretty, short-skirted girl standing at the edge of the pool, watching the water lilies. But she herself knew better. Her knickers felt warm and pleasant and she still had a lot of pee left to rush through them. With a satisfied sigh, she continued wetting her pants. After a while, her whole crotch seemed to be wet and Dorothy very much wanted to see her knickers as they got soaked. Not wanting to touch her skirt out of fear of spoiling something, Dorothy bend forward as far as she could to look up her own skirt. Because it was so short, this succeeded easily. She was a bit puzzled because she had expected to see a dark, wet stain between her legs. Instead, the dark area extended too far up to see its limits in the twilight under her skirt. Exactly between her legs a small stream trickled out of her panties and fell down, but if that stream had not been there, her panties would have been completely dark red for any spectator. Dorothy was enlightened. Even her panties would show no sign of what had happened if someone would look up her skirt after she had finished! She stood upright again and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her warm pee soaking her panties, the pressure of her tight skirt around her hips, and her tight, high boots that enclosed her lower legs and feet like a second skin. She unhooked her thumbs from her belt and let her hands slide down the outside of her thighs, over her skirt, passing the hem, and over her legs. Then upwards again, over her belly, up to her breasts. While she cupped both of them, a raging torrent started spurting into her underwear and from under her skirt a soft hissing sound emerged. Dorothy came with all the power that had been building up inside her for six months. She found herself back sitting on her knees on the grass. A quick inspection of her skirt showed no wetness at the outside, and Dorothy was fairly certain that nobody would ever find out what she had done if she did not tell anybody. She rose to her feet and walked back to her shopping bag. Under her skirt she was aware of a strange, delightful feeling that only called for more. Her wet knickers rubbed her clit and the steaming warmth of her pee sent strong sensations up her nerve system. She was very happy to have tried this, and could hardly imagine to have done without such an easy miracle for so many years. God this was heaven. Still having touched neither her skirt nor her panties, and therefore feeling completely casual, Dorothy picked up the bag and headed for the exit of the park. It was only a few minutes back to her home. Her boots seemed to walk on feathers and the sun was shining like never before. It promised to be a good summer. When she entered her own street, she saw that the three girls were back. The girl with the pink dress ran around like nothing had happened, and the two others apparently did not care either. Neither of them even peeked at Dorothy when she walked towards her house, and Dorothy did not pay much attention to them as well, still being in heaven with her wet panties under her skirt. She put the key in the lock and opened the door. Stepping over the threshold, Dorothy twisted around to close the door behind her. Since she was much closer to the three girls now, it only now appeared to her that the two girls who wore trousers one hour ago now were dressed in skirts! Dorothy threw the shopping bag inside and hid behind a small bush in her front garden. Silently she hoped that she was not too late. She wasn't. After a while, one of the skirted girls announced that it was her time. The girl in the pink dress immediately stopped playing and joined her on the grass. The third girl hesitated for a moment, but then came along as well, plucking at her pink knickers under her skirt. While the three girls prepared to continue their naughty game, this time by squatting closely together, Dorothy took position behind the bush and spread her legs for the second time that day. She tried to hold back until the three girls showed signs of activity under their skirts. This didn't take long: within thirty seconds the leftmost girl, wearing a medium-length blue skirt that almost touched the ground while she squatted, started to giggle, and spreading her knees widely she looked to her white panties in amusement. Soon the girl in the pink dress looked between her own legs as well. The third girl still fumbled with her pink knickers and clearly was a bit ashamed to wet herself, but then she quickly dropped her red short cheerleader-type skirt over her panties and regarding the reaction of the others her underwear got as soaked as every other pair of panties in the vicinity. Dorothy now was so excited that she could not possibly stop herself from peeing her pants. While she firmly held on to a thick branch of the bush she was hiding behind, the familiar hiss under her skirt became apparent again and she filled her panties with warm, comforting liquid. It felt so good that she allowed herself to close her eyes and stop looking at the three girls who still were quite busy. Since she had peed not too long ago, she could not reach orgasm in time, but nevertheless the experience was shattering. While her pee still dripped out of her panties, she opened her eyes again to discover that the three girls now stood together, arguing what to do next. Dorothy first had to take care of herself now. Her skirt still showed no signs of anything extraordinary, her boots and legs still were dry, but her poor red panties had been drowned. She squeezed her thighs together and plainly enjoyed the stream of liquid that meandered down her legs. Now she was ready again to appear in public. Self-confident she stepped out of the shadow of the bush and crossed the road, approaching the three girls. When they saw her coming, they giggled the way only young girls can do, but did not make any attempt to leave. Perfect. Dorothy was absolutely sure that nobody in the world would notice that she had completely soaked panties under her denim mini skirt, and that the wetness on her legs would be gone even before she reached the three girls. Which was true. When Dorothy was about five meters from the girls, she told them that her little puppy had run away. Maybe one of the girls had seen him walking by? Of course the only answer she got was another burst of uncontrolled laughter. After a few seconds, the girl in the pink dress managed to answer that they had not seen any dog at all, sorry. Dorothy noticed that especially the girl wearing the red cheerleader skirt, and still dripping, turned red in the face and wanted to leave the spot. She also saw that the half-long blue skirt of the second girl _did_ show stains on the back. Apparently she had not kept her skirt clear enough of her soaked panties. Poor child. Well, if they had not seen her dog, she should look in the vicinity for it. That said, Dorothy walked towards the bushes that surrounded the playground. The three girls stayed behind and still did not make any move, except for the girl with the red mini reaching for her panties. Dorothy now felt so secure that she decided to go one step further. She turned right and walked along the bushes, faking to look closely at them for her puppy. Once in a while she stopped walking, bent over slightly and looked under a bush. She knew that her panties would not show until she bent over fairly much, so it could not do any harm. The three girls apparently had decided that Dorothy was no threat to their game, and the girl in the pink dress soon parted her legs again to continue her wet adventure. The blue-skirted girl followed. Dorothy immediately stopped walking, parted her own legs a little, and bent over to pretend that she had spotted something under a bush. She knew it would not be conspicuous at all for the girls to see her standing like that. While Dorothy watched the two girls having wet fun again, which aroused her a lot, she started pressing. Deep inside her lower body, something moved; and it was not in her bladder. The girl in the pink dress now was more than clearly wetting her pants, with her legs spread out wide and holding up her dress at the front, and Dorothy was slightly worried about the girls being discovered by someone passing by or looking out of a window. For herself, she feared nothing. After all, she wasn't _pissing_ her panties! Inside her, something else was on the verge of finding a way out. Dorothy decided to put it off for another minute, and walked on, looking for her puppy. Then she heard behind her back what she had feared: a female voice suddenly called a name, and this was rapidly followed by some rather clear remarks on the situation and equally clear orders. The direct victim had been the girl in the blue skirt. Of course, bad luck is always for the same people. The girl in the pink dress got some clear comments as well. Dorothy turned around and walked back, still alongside the bushes. The female glanced at her but did not show interest. Good. Dorothy left the row of bushes and walked straight to the three girls and the woman. About fifteen meters away from them, she stopped and took the pose of an interested bystander. Of course, the girls did not seem to be too happy about this, but the woman could not care less. While she thundered along about civilised behaviour and such, Dorothy calmly put her legs a bit apart. She crossed her arms before her chest and looked at the girl in the pink dress, who had to hike up her dress for the woman to let her inspect the big dark patch on her blue panties. The girl in the cheerleader skirt just had to bend over to prove her guilt. The pink fabric covering her ass was completely soaked. This scene was too much for Dorothy. and with a pleasant smile directed at the three girls, she began to push. Slowly she felt something move into her panties, pushing the fabric aside, stretching it, and then guiding itself down between her legs. While the woman said something about the girls' wet panties, Dorothy's crotch lowered itself about three centimeters. But her denim mini hid it all. It took ten seconds to fill her red underwear to the brim, and Dorothy was so delighted with this that she almost came on the spot. She knew her soaked and dirty panties would be completely invisible, and that drew her even closer towards the four people still standing in the middle of the playground. Walking with something special in her panties appeared quite an experience. Her skirt securely fitted around her hips and Dorothy was completely at ease. The woman now noticed Dorothy and asked her if she could not have done something about it earlier. Dorothy excused herself and explained that she was looking for her dog, and did not pay interest to the girls. The woman nodded in understanding, since she herself had had to look twice before recognising the girls' behaviour. She sighed. "You should all be ashamed of yourself. Playing such games is not what girls of your age should do anymore. Look at the lady over here", as she pointed to Dorothy, who now kept her legs closely together, thereby squeezing her panties and everything in it. "Would you be as old and pretty as her and still wet your pants?" They all shook their heads. "Now then. I will not tell your mothers for now, but next time I will, count on it. And remember, _never_ do it again!". That said, the woman nodded to Dorothy who smiled back in understanding, and returned to her home, leaving the girls and Dorothy behind. When the woman was far enough away, Dorothy addressed the three girls and just said that they really should be more careful in the future. She made clear that wetting your panties under your skirt in itself was not that bad, after all it was just a bit wet, as long as nobody noticed it. The girls did not know where to look or what to say, and shrugged a bit. Dorothy left them with the remark to take more care next time, and especially the girl in the pink dress seemed to get the point. Her face lit up as she realised that they were going to get away with it, and soon the other two girls followed her to another place to play. Dorothy slowly walked home, her full and wet panties feeling extremely nice under her tight skirt. She entered her house, closed the door, carried the groceries to the kitchen and then went upstairs to the bathroom. She spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, looking at herself and especially her skirt and everything below it in detail. Although she knew and felt that a great deal was abnormal about her panties, absolutely nothing showed at all. She spread her graceful legs once more, tried the various poses she had taken that day, and eventually watched herself with widely parted legs while bluntly wetting in her underwear. She deeply enjoyed the feeling and was stunned about the complete lack of any external indication about what was happening. She had her legs apart, yes, and pee was falling down between her legs, but she was sure that nobody would notice if she did it carefully. When the short but violent turrent from under her skirt had stopped, she finally hiked up her skirt and watched herself in the mirror. Wow. Her red panties were completely stained dark from between her legs to halfway up front and even further up back, and between her legs a large bulge indicated the presence of something else. It felt all soft and warm. Dorothy sat down on the toilet and peeled off her panties to let the stuff drop into the toilet. What remained in her panties was too little to care about, and she pulled the wet fabric tightly around her ass again. This felt so good that she couldn't resist the urge to finger herself this time, and sitting on the toilet with her wet panties still in place she came even harder than earlier that day. After regaining consciousness, Dorothy rose from the toilet and pulled her skirt back down. Should she take a shower and clean up? Hum. Basically she just did not feel like that. Her panties simply called for more. But her denim skirt was not fitted to sit down in, and she had to work on her thesis. Walking to her room, she decided to change skirts instead of change panties, and took off her denim mini. It was replaced by a very wide tiny white tennis skirt that she would never wear in public, but was good enough inside her house. Dorothy did some gymnastics in front of the mirror to see her red panties peeking from under her skirt with every movement. It excited her so much that she turned her back to the mirror, bent forward to show a bit of red panties, and then even managed to pee them again. Dorothy got a piece of plastic from the kitchen to cover the seat in front of the computer, and felt very happy about the things that had happened that day. As she sat down on her wet panties with her skirt pulled up and hit the shift key to stop the screen blanker, she felt completely relieved and ready to work until the evening. Which was exactly what she did.
  12. Jade baez

    video request

    both on youtube
  13. Jade baez

    video request

    Theres a video called Maria fez xixi na rua - YouTube but it's deleted can anyone get it back also there was another called truth or dare it has a girl wearIng black panties with a high waist and another wearing pink panties that cover everything they do hoolahooping kissing a stuffed bear and other stuff it's deleted to can any one get these back please If someone answers thatd be nice
  14. Jade baez

    If you could have any video what would it be

    Theres a video called Maria fez xixi na rua - YouTube but it's deleted can anyone get it back also there was another called truth or dare it has a girl wearIng black panties with a high waist and another wearing pink panties that cover everything they do hoolahooping kissing a stuffed bear and other stuff it's deleted to can any one get these back please