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    Amy's Weekend

    The sun shown through the windows, lighting up Amy’s bedroom and slowly stirring her awake, still quite groggy from the night before. It was Saturday morning and she and her girlfriends really partied it up Friday night. “What did I do last night?” she thought as she turned her head to see what time it was. Laying in bed, her head pounding, she tried to piece together the events of last night. “I remember going out and having dinner, then hitting the clubs afterwards. But somewhere along the way everything gets a bit fuzzy. Did I really have that much to drink?” After a few moments of laying in bed, Amy noticed something odd. She realized that she had gone to bed in just her bra and her tight skinny jeans that she wore last night. But that wasn’t the odd part, her jeans felt wet. “I must have gotten so drunk that I passed out after taking my shirt off and wet my bed!” Too shocked to look, she just lay there and slowly moved her right hand down to her crotch to confirm her fears. Sure enough the crotch of her jeans felt wet. “27 year olds should not be wetting their bed! But I guess I was really drunk and didn’t wake up. Well, I better just get up and get myself and the bed cleaned up.” She pulled her blankets back, sat up and shuffled into the bathroom to take a quick shower. She reached to unbutton her jeans, but was stopped by what she thought was her belt. Looking down at her waist she couldn’t believe it. What she thought was a belt, was actually a small chain strung through her jeans like a belt and fastened with a small padlock. “Oh my God! What the hell is this?” Frantically she tried pulling it off but it was no use, she was stuck. Immediately she thought maybe one of her friends had something to do with it, possibly a prank or a drunken dare. Either way, she had to get it off, she was getting pretty desperate for her morning pee. In a panic she called her friends, but their memories were also a bit fuzzy, and she didn’t really want to get into much detail about her embarrassing predicament. After some conversation and trying to remember what happened, one of her friends did mention that she did remember Amy getting a ride home with someone else that she hooked up with at one of the clubs. “Oh crap!” She thought, “What if this person, whom I don’t know, or even how to contact has the key to this lock!?” Amy panicked, and began rummaging through her apartment trying to find any key that might work, but found nothing. “Maybe I can pick the lock with something!” She found a paperclip and began working it inside the lock. Her need to pee was getting worse, enough that she couldn’t stand still while trying to pick the lock open. Suddenly she felt a small spurt escape into her still damp panties and jeans. Amy gasped and grabbed her crotch. “This can’t be happening.” Closing her eyes, hoping maybe this was all a nightmare and things will be back to normal when she opens them. But opening her eyes, nothing changed, she still needed to pee very badly and she was still locked in her jeans. Slowly, she walked into her bathroom, looked at the toilet and resigned herself to her fate. With her jeans still on, she slowly sat down on the toilet, relaxed and released all of her pee into her jeans. Closing her eyes she could feel her crotch and ass becoming warm and wet. She felt a wave of relief as she just let everything out. Opening her eyes she looked down, her crotch was soaked and she could feel the wetness had soaked up her ass as well. As she stood up she felt some of it also soak down the inside of her thighs. “Oh God what do I do?” Thinking for a moment, she then removed her bra, stepped into the shower, and turned on the hot water. She slowly stepped under the spray and felt her jeans becoming completely soaked, the hot water felt nice as it flowed over her and soaking into her jeans, she felt relaxed. Staying in the shower for quite some time, she ended up washing her hair and upper body. She then also used soap to scrub her jeans and wash them out as best as she could. After turning the water off, she dried herself as best as she could with a towel, then had an idea. Getting out her hair dryer, she began using that to try and dry her jeans. It was taking longer than expected, but she got them to be just damp. “They’ll eventually dry out,” she thought. Going back into her bedroom, she threw on a t-shirt and some flip-flops, then went to the kitchen to make some coffee and figure out how to get out of this mess. While drinking her coffee she began to search around her apartment for any clues as to what happened and who she went home with last night. After several hours of searching she eventually found her purse under her bed. Quickly she dumped it out, hoping to find even just a phone number she can call. Nothing appeared to be stolen, but all she found was receipts from her dinner and bar tabs. “Wow, I guess we did drink a lot!” She kind of laughed looking at all the bar receipts. Then she found another receipt. “Taco Bell?! Oh God I never go there! I am never drinking again!” Feeling defeated she slumped down onto her bed in resentment, then felt her wet sheets. “Oh yeah, I guess I have laundry to do.” With nothing better to do than pass the time, she stripped her bed of the wet sheets and began a load of laundry. Next to her dryer, she noticed that she had a load of clean clothes that needed to be folded and put away, picking up the basket she walked into her bedroom and began folding. With a stack of folded panties in her hand, she walked to her dresser to put them in her drawer. But when she pulled open her underwear drawer, she noticed a pair of handcuffs. Shocked, she dropped her folded panties on the floor. Picking up the handcuffs, she examined them. “Where did these come from? These aren’t mine!” While looking at them she noticed that her wrists had faint red marks around them. “What kind of kinky shit did I get into last night?!” She was about to put them down when she noticed a small folded piece of paper that was underneath them in her underwear drawer. She picked it up and slowing began unfolding it. The piece of paper was a hand written note. “Dear Amy,” it began to read. Amy closed her eyes, afraid to read any further. “What if this reveals what happened last night? I’m too afraid to find out. But what if this was the person with the key?” She opened her eyes and continued reading. “Dear Amy, wow, what a time we had last night! You are one wild woman! I’m sorry I wasn’t there in the morning to say goodbye, but I had an early flight. As you requested, I locked you in your jeans and took the key with me until I return on Sunday evening. I can’t wait to see you and have some more “fun”! J.” Amy was shocked. “Wait, I requested to be locked in my pants?! And the only clue I have to who this might be is their first initial of their first name?! What am I supposed to do until Sunday evening?” Amy sat for a few minutes, trying to take all of this in. She took another sip of coffee, then felt her stomach twinge. “Oh God! The Taco Bell! I must get these jeans off!” Amy went to her closet and grabbed her toolbox, looking for anything that might help. Finding a pliers she hoped maybe she could bend one of the loops in the chain. But looking at it realized that the links were all sealed loops. Then she saw a wire cutters. She tried cutting the lock first, but it wasn’t going to happen. Then she tried the chain with the same result. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she felt her stomach twinge again and released a small fart. “This can’t be happening!” Amy took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. Looking at her watch she noticed that it was about noon, but she was to afraid to eat or drink anything. Feeling defeated, she grabbed a blanket and went to curl up on her couch to binge out on some Netflix to pass the time. She decided on an marathon of Mad Men. After a few episodes, Amy drifted off to sleep. She woke several hours later feeling bloated with a stomach ache and needing to pee again. She got up and walked to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and just peed through her jeans again. She sat for a moment and felt some pressure in her stomach return. She pushed out some gas to relieve some pressure, careful not to push too hard. Feeling hungry, Amy went into the kitchen to grab a small snack and some water, then grabbed an old blanket and went back to the couch. She laid the old blanket out to sit on so as not to get pee on her seat cushions, wrapped back up in her other blanket and sat down to continue watching Mad Men. Half way through the next episode, Amy felt a sharp cramp in her stomach. It made her wince and bend forward at the waste. She fought through it and as it subsided she began to realize what was inevitably going to happen. With tears in her eyes she thought, “Why would I request to be locked in my pants for a whole weekend?” Laying down on her side and resting her head on a pillow, she made herself comfortable. It wasn’t long before the next cramp hit. This time though, she didn’t resist, Amy just closed her eyes and let nature take its course. She felt her stomach convulse and involuntarily began pushing. She cringed as the first bit of poop exited her ass and pushed against her panties. Another cramp and she pushed again. More came out and this time she felt the mess spread out in her panties. She took a breath, felt another cramp and pushed again, this time more forcefully, trying to push her entire mess out and get it over with. She could feel this last wave spread up her ass and forward in her panties. When she was done, she just laid there, watching Mad Men until she drifted off to sleep again. Exhausted from the events of Saturday, Amy slept right up until Sunday morning. She woke feeling refreshed but really needed to pee. Shifting herself to sit up she felt the mess smoosh around in her pants, and the events of Saturday came back to her. Carefully, she stood up and walked over to her toilet. As she slowly sat down, she could feel her jeans stretch tighter across her ass and squish her mess further up and forward, this time pushing past the leg bands of her panties and out into her jeans. Amy relaxed and emptied her bladder into her messy panties and jeans. She could feel her warm pee mixing with her poop, making it softer and feeling it squish around in her pants further. When she finished peeing, Amy sat for a while, looking at her shower, wishing she could just jump in and rinse off. Realizing there is nothing more she can do until J. comes back in the evening, she stood up and went into her kitchen. After not eating all day yesterday, Amy was starving. She made herself some coffee along with a big plate of eggs, bacon, and orange juice. After breakfast, she continued with her laundry that she had started yesterday, trying to keep busy in anticipation of finally being able to remove her wet and messy jeans later in the day. She just wish she knew who J. was. It was now almost lunch time, and Amy was actually getting used to the feeling of her messy pants, to the point where she really didn’t mind them at all. She needed to pee again, but this time she wanted to try something different. Instead of sitting on her toilet, she stepped into her shower. Amy relaxed and let her pee flow. It again mixed with her mess, softening it up even more, but because she was standing, she now felt the warmth soaking down and around her legs, almost like when she showered yesterday. Closing her eyes she moaned as the warmth soaked down her legs. She jolted herself back to reality when she realized her right hand was slowly rubbing over her wet crotch. “Oh God! I think I may be enjoying this a little too much!” Amy immediately stopped. She decided to go back to watch Netflix to pass the time until J. arrives. The blankets were still on her couch so she just sat down. Sitting down put pressure on her mess and caused it spread out a lot more than she expected. Spreading forward, down her legs, and up her back. Again she felt that little twinge of pleasure in her vagina. “What the hell is going on in my mind?!” Amy tries to forget about it and continues watching Mad Men. Sitting on her couch, every time she shifts herself a little bit she can feel her mess move around in her pants, and again it was beginning to turn her on. She tries to think about something else, but it’s getting more difficult to forget about. Out of curiosity, Amy slowly moves her right hand to her crotch. She pushes her finger onto her jeans and feels her mess squish around as she begins to rub her pussy. The harder she rubs, the messier her pants gets, and the more she gets turned on. Amy begins moaning out loud in pleasure. It doesn’t take her long before she brings herself to an amazing orgasm, coincidently during the same scene when Freddy Rumsen wets his pants. Amy finally calms down, a slight smile on her face as she thinks, “This weekend really was all that bad.” She lays down and drifts off to sleep. “KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!” Amy is startled away by a knock at her door! “Oh God, is it J.?” Amy gets up from the couch, her mess shifting in her pants with every step as she walks to the door. Before unlocking it she peers through her peephole. The person outside her door is facing away, so Amy can’t see their face. But she is shocked to notice that it is a woman. Confused, she pulls back. “Amy, please open the door, I really need to come in!” Slowly, Amy undoes the lock and opens the door. There, standing in front of her is one of her girlfriends from Friday night, Jenny! Immediately Jenny holds up a small key, “Looking for this?” Jenny enters the apartment, and closes the door behind her. She closes her eyes, as if relaxed to be home. Then Amy notices that Jenny’s tight jeans are rapidly soaking from her crotch and running down her legs. “Oh God I’ve been holding it all day!” Amy watched in shock as Jenny’s pants became absolutely soaked. Then she noticed Jenny’s face went from relaxed to a slight strain. Suddenly she heard a soft crackling noise and realized that Jenny was completely filling her pants as well. “Taco Bell always does that to me,” Jenny giggled. “And I see it did the same for you, Amy!” Amy blushed, but seeing Jenny like this was getting her turned on again. She stepped closer to Jenny, “Hold on to that key just a bit longer.” Amy leaned in and began kissing Jenny. Amy then reached her hands around to Jenny’s ass and began massaging the mess in her jeans, squishing it all over in her pants. Jenny moaned with pleasure and reached for Amy’s mess. “No fair Amy, your mess is already squished all over your jeans.” “I couldn’t help it, I had my accident last night.” Jenny revealed the key again and unlocked Amy’s jeans, “Let’s finish this in the shower. Then we can cuddle and you can tell me all about your weekend of being locked in your jeans.”
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    female Fun in the Car

    Just a little fun while driving around on Friday. 976D3EE6-ED9B-4B76-8E9E-3981CADD7192.MOV
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    female Beach Day

    A few months ago I decided to go on a day trip to visit the beach. It was still winter time here in FL, but the weather was beautiful and sunny. It was a bit on the cool side so I didn't bring a suit, I just wanted to enjoy the tranquility of the beach. The drive over is about an hour and a half, and on the way I drank a ton of coffee. By the time I got there I had to pee really bad, no problem, I'll just use the outhouses there. But since it was winter, they were locked. So now I'm beginning to panic a bit. There was no way I would make it to another location without pissing myself first. Then I got an idea. I took off my shoes and went to walk the beach. The waves were coming in pretty good, so they began to splash and get the legs of my jeans a bit wet. Luckily the water didn't feel that cold at all. I continued walking, desperate for relief, and getting wetter by the waves. Finally I couldn't hold it any longer and began to let out a little bit at a time. Every time a wave splashed up, I let some pee go. Pretty soon I was wet enough that it wasn't noticeable so I just relaxed and let it all out, the warmth soaking down my already wet jeans felt so good! When I was finished, I walked into the ocean to rinse off and continued my walk down the beach to dry off a bit in the sun. I had been walking for about an hour, my jeans now just damp, but now I began to feel the need to poop. I started to turn back to use the beach facilities, but then remembered they were locked. My first thought was this is not good. With all the coffee and caffeine I had this morning, I knew it was going to be a big one. I remember the wonderful relief of just relaxing and letting my pee go in my jeans, so I thought how bad could this be. Besides, I was wearing a snug pair of Under Armor boxer briefs, so I knew the load would be contained. I continued walking further down the beach, contemplating what I was about to do. After a few more minutes of walking I thought screw it, I stopped walking and began to push. The poop began to come out and slowly began filling up the back of my underwear. I felt my underwear getting pushed outward, then their snugness began to resist and the poop began to start spreading out over my ass. My underwear felt full, but I still had to go more so I pushed again. The next load was a bit softer and really spread out. Finally I was done and just stood there looking out over the ocean, as if in a trance by what just happened. I reached back to feel the back of my jeans. I could feel the huge bulge in my underwear. I turned and slowly began walking down the beach back to where I had parked my car. As I walked I could feel the mass of poop kind of squishing and moving around with each step I took. This was going to be a long walk back. At one point I contemplated going back in the ocean to empty my pants and clean up. But my jeans had pretty much dried and I didn't really want to get wet and cold again. So just continued walking. By the time I got back to my car I had to pee again. Since no one was around, I just stood next to my car and peed in my jeans again. I felt that wonderful warmth spread down my legs, and then I felt it soaking into my mess making it feel even softer. When I was done I open my car door and stood there looking at the seat, realizing I would have to sit down in my mess and drive home. I usually keep a beach towel in the car so I got that and put it over the seat. Slowly I put one leg in and then lowered myself down onto the seat. I could feel my mess really begin to spread out now. There was so much it was spreading forward between my legs, backwards up towards the waistband, and even down the legs of my underwear. I got myself situated, swung my other leg in, and shut the door. So there I was, sitting in my car in pee soaked jeans with a load of poop that had already been in my pants for almost 2 hours, and I still had to drive home for another hour and a half. During the drive home I had the air vents on high heat directed at my pants to dry them out and circulate the air. By the time I got home my jeans were dry. But when I got out of the car I could see that my mess had soaked through my underwear and jeans and was beginning to make the towel brown. I grabbed the towel and went into my house. I felt like such a mess that I really didn't want to deal with the cleanup just yet. I through the towel in the wash along with my jeans. I left my underwear on with the mess still in them. Then I went and got some sweatpants and a pair of nylon running pants. I put the sweatpants on first then the nylon pants on over. I sat down in my easy chair and watch some TV for a few hours before finally getting up to shower and clean myself off. I even peed again sitting in my chair, but the sweatpants absorbed a lot and the nylon pants kept the wetness from leaking out.
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    Torture in the Gym - LoveWetting

    I keep getting this error message: An error occurred while loading MEGA. Filename: https://mega.nz/secureboot.js?r=1458612211 Exception: QuotaExceededError: DOM Exception 22: An attempt was made to add something to storage that exceeded the quota. Please try again later. We apologize for the inconvenience. BrowserID: mozilla/5.0 (macintosh; intel mac os x 10_11_3) applewebkit/601.4.4 (khtml, like gecko) version/9.0.3 safari/601.4.4
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    Michelle wets the bed 02.mp4

    Her skin tone is fine, it's actually the camera color balance. Look at the white areas on her panties, they are shifted a little blue.
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    Does this even exist?

    That second story I found on toiletstool.com. I forget exactly what page though.
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    Does this even exist?

    I'm looking to find a certain type of video. I know this is an omorashi/desperation accident site, but thought I'd ask anyways. The type of video I'm looking for would be more in the format of shorter focus on desperation, then the accident, then focus on the story of the accident's aftermath. I am more interested (and I'm sure there are others like me) in how someone deals with the accident afterwards. I'm tired of seeing videos of long desperation, then an accident, and then clean up immediately. I would love to see a video put together that shows more of a reality aspect of having an accident, where you may not be able to undress and clean up right away. I read this story on toiletstool.com and it is a perfect example. A girl has an accident with no real opportunity to cleanup or change so she just deals with it. jen i had an accident one time when i went on a ski trip with my class...a very very bad one..or two. i was in college and i joined the ski club, which was also for snowboarding. i had gone snowboarding a few times wiht my friend and her family and i kind of liked it, and this gave me a good opportunity to go on trips to snowboard sometimes. anyway, it was january in my junior year and we went to a mountain resort about 3 and half hours from my school on a saturday. we had to meet at the school at 6:15 AM, and i didn't wake up until 5:30 so i only had time to rush and get my things together and get dressed warm in clothes i could put my snowboarding stuff over. i usually spend a few minutes on the toilet in the morning to poop so i don't need to go when i'm at school. well, i didn't have time to do that this morning so i just went on. i didn't have to poop, but about 30 minutes into the bus ride i did, i guess my body got used to me going in the morning. i held it and held it and held it the whole ride, just hoping to get there soon so i could run and use the toilet at the locker room in the lodge before i filled up my pants!!! eventually i had to go so bad that i had to press my butt against my seat so hard to fight against te pressure building up from the poop. we still weren't at the resort, but as time went on, it became no use. there was no way i could hold it any longer and i started pooping my pants. i was going to panic, but it was coming out very softly and quietly and making a big soft bulge in the back of my pants. i figured as long as it was coming out quietly, i was okay. the only problem was, i pooped for a good 5 minutes, and i felt like i was sitting on a big mushy pillow because there was so much soft poop in the back of my pants! i couldn't believe i totally pooped my pants, and i got really nervous. i was hoping no one could smell it, but the real problem was what was i going to do when we got up to get off the bus...i was wearing gray sweat pants, and if they even contained all the poop and didn't let it slide down my legs, there would be a gigantic bulge on my butt. then the bus driver announced that we were 10 minutes form the lodge. i got a brilliant idea!! i mentioned to my friends in the two seats behind me that we should put our ski pants on while we were on the bus so we had less to do and could get out to the lifts quicker. they agreed, and i pulled my bag from under the seat and got my ski pants out. i raised my butt up off the seat and i could feel the huge load of poop making my sweat pants hang down a little. i slipped my ski pants all the way up and over the bulge in my pants, and sat back down. i felt all the poop make a very gross feeling squish and spread out of my panties and fill my sweats even more, but now it was flattened and i could feel assured no one would be able to tell through my snow pants. we got to the ski resort and we all went in and got ready. it felt pretty gross to walk becaus evertime i moved i felt the sticky mushy poop all over my butt and it was making my underwear feel all weird too. the good thing was it was pretty much staying in my underwear or in my pants around my butt and not going down my legs, so i just put up with the discomfort and carried on...yes, i went snowboarding with poop in my pants! it felt gross everytime i sat on the chair lift or fell on my butt and had that "squish!" but it was easy enough to deal with. but eventually, i had to ask myself something. around 2:30, it was 40 minutes before we were to leave and go home and i had to pee really bad, and even poop again. i was very reluctant to go in the bathroom and try and get my snowpants and my filthy sweats and panties down and try and sit on the toilet without making a huge mess, soo..i decided i would hold it, and if i didn't make it all the way home then it didn't matter because i already crapped my pants! at 10 after 3 we all met up out in front and got back in the bus. i didn't take my ski pants off obviously because i was still hiding my accident (wish had no been in pants for how long? lets see, we left the school at 6:30, and i crapped my pants about 20 minutes before we got tothe resort at 10 o clock..sooo, roughly 4 and a half hours with poop in my pants...yeah, it was a little uncomfortable!) also i kept my ski pants on because i was likely to add to the mess before i got home..anyway, i tried to just give it a try, but shortly into the ride i realized "i have to pee pretty bad...there's no way i'll make it home, and i pooped my pants already HOURS ago..." and with that though, i just let go. i started to wet my pants and the warm wetness flowed quickly between my legs and under my butt and completely soaked my soiled panties and sweats. my ski pants were obviously waterproof though. shortly after, i started pooping again. this time though, my poop was a lot more liquidy...it came out very fast in a squirting fashion..the liquid poop flowed through my already filled panties, and too my horror i could feel it flowing further up my butt towards my back to the point where it felt like it was going to come out of my underwear and sweat pants..i cut off the poop, and tried to regain control. my heart started pounding and i realized the seriousnes of the problem. under my ski pants i could feel my sweats and undies hopelessly soaking wet and sticking to me, and now they were bulging with poop. i had to go badly still, and then i couldn't hold it anymore and released another long series of liquid squirts of poop into my pants. my pants got so filled that the poop spread down my legs and even into the front of my pants! i was soooo horrified, my pants were so full of poop that i couldn't move without the mess sliding around everywhere. to make matters worse, this time i didn't get off lucky with the smell! i REEKED of poop..and then i started to cry..everyone knew immediatley that i had shit myself...if only they knew it wasn't the first time.. i had no choice but to sit in the awful mess the rest of the way home, and when i got up to get off the bus the poop literally poured down my legs, making the feeling of walking a lot more worse. when i got home, i took a very long shower and then a bath, and threw my panties and sweats away. Or even something like this one from toiletstool.com: Jeans Pooping My ex wife liked to poop her pants. It was my fettish, and I liked it too. We were on a sunday drive going through a small town and stopped to see the local sights. As we were walking in through the town, quite a ways from our car, she turns to me and says " I got to go to the bathroom NOW!". She started looking frantically for a bathroom. I don't think she wanted to poop her pants on this trip. The only thing close to us was a biker-bar. I said you can go in there. She thought about it then said it would have to do. She went inside and was gone for a while. I went in to check on her. The place was almost empty. I walked in, nodded to the bartender who pointed with his head towards the hallway leading to the rest rooms. As I rounded the corner I saw my sexy wife standing there. She was wearing tight jeans, a tucked in blouse and sandals. She was standing in front of the occupied ladies room door. Her legs slightly appart, both hands on her thighes just below her butt. She was looking down at the floor as wet fart noises wer comming from her butt. She shifted her legs apart a little more and pooped some more. She then felt her butt and crotch with her hands as if to survey the damage. I knew what tight nylon panties she was wearing and picture them full. Just then a good looking biker chick came out of the restroom, smelled the hallway, made a face, and said she was sorry. She said it was just timing. I could have been her. She said she was sorry again and went to the bar. My wife then turond around and saw me. "I didn't want to do it. My panties are so full I don't know if I can even walk." I said "Do you want to go in and do something with your pants." She said "No there is too much. Screw it, I'll walk normal. Lets see the town until it starts to show then go home." She took two steps with her legs apart,like her pants were full of poop, then started walking normal. "It feels warm, good and squishy she said." If one really looked, you could see that her panties were really full under her jeans. The mess was staying in her panties and wasn't soaking through yet. With jeans it can take a while, and the initial bad smell goes away after a while. As long as it stays in the panties, doesn't run down the legs it isn't real noticable. If the poop is soft and mushy. not too wet. We know. We were both jeans pooping experts. I didn't have to go this time. The ride home was going to be squishy for her. That's when it can get messy.
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    Looking for Site w/ Links

    Found it: http://pornoslon.ru/index.php?topic=669079.0
  10. wetfunandy

    Looking for Site w/ Links

    This is definitely the site but not the thread I was looking for. The post linked directly to a single thread that had a ton of wetting videos, including lots of wet set/patches.
  11. wetfunandy

    Looking for Site w/ Links

    That's the site, but do you have the direct link to the thread with the vids?
  12. Someone posted a link on here to a site with a ton of vids on gigapeta. Anyone remember where that is?
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    Accidents

    Girl pees her jeans sitting on her back porch cause she can't get in her house. Terris Potty.flv