Not sure what to say here. I have lived with my Aunty to whom I was very close. She taught me to be open to my own fantasies, let my inner self come to the surface. For as long as I can remember, I have been purposly wetting my panties. I can even remember taking a pair of my Auntys panties when I was no more than five, for the sole purpose of peeing in. I guess that is when she found out I was different :) I went to live with her when my parents went away, and have loved her and been loved by her till the day she passed away. I am now 36, and am still wetting my panties and thinking of the days I grew up... Let me know what my stories mean to you by voting. That way I will be able to keep you supplied with stories you like! |
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