Pee Perverts: Wet Knicker Society

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Why not? We can rinse our panties in the sea afterwards, and no one would know. I promise, it feels so nice to wet yourself. This wasn't my first time, you know! Don't you need to pee?" I looked surprised at her. Did she mean that she would pee in her swimming suit in the water? Would she be so bold? I'd never done anything of the sort and the thought made me thrilled. We started walking. It was nearly a hundred metres down to the water and Camille walked in a funny way with her thighs pressed together. A couple of times she slowed down and put a hand in between her thighs and rubbed. Nearly down to the sea she stopped.

After we’d all been thoroughly slimed, Tania, through her face stained with pie, custard, soup and spaghetti, told us it was time for the final event. The 29-year-old, who lives in Camborne, spent years ashamed and hiding her condition from everyone she knew. Often wetting herself in class at school, and hiding her washing from her parents, she didn't know she was suffering from kidney disease and never sought help. It was extremely embarrassing and I ran out. the teachers knew but I didn't tell anyone and it was kind of brushed off. If I wasn't doing this I would just be claiming off the system and there's a lot of trolls in that of itself with people who diss people who claim benefits. I'm now actually able to be independent and pay my own way and my children can have things they wouldn't have had before. I started to continue to the sea, as I thought she wished to rinse her panties. But she stopped me.Anyway, Tania fixed us up to come round her place on Saturday night for a wet and messy evening. We didn’t have to do anything, just turn up and be the victims of whatever kind of practical jokes she had in mind for us. When I got to the top of my road, I threw a strop about how I'd ruined my shoes and threw them over a wall. By the time her parents found out what was happening, the now mum-of-three had scars all over her bladder from infections and needed to have a kidney removed. She will be incontinent for the rest of her life but has finally found peace with wearing adult nappies and has found power in selling her underwear online. My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits. As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around.

Oh, just leave the boring old details to me. You know I’m always pretty creative when it comes to stuff like that.” Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin and my heart stopped as the bedroom door opened, and there in the doorway staring at me, was my mother, with my sister Sally peering right behind her! When I was ten years old, I was staying with my parents at a hotel in Southern France, at the Mediterranium. As I was a very good swimmer, my parents left me at the beach every day, when they were out doing other things. One day I was lying on the sand, when I felt something shadow my eyes. I looked up and saw a girl, maybe a couple of years older than I, standing at my side.Within a few months you should notice results, enjoying greater sensitivity during sex 'I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy' The weaker your pelvic floor the greater your risk of incontinence and the worse your sex life is likely to be.

Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ Eventually she went to university and started wearing nappies. "I was still called names and still had accidents," she said. "The only difference was that I had a bathroom pass so was never in that original situation again. If I tell you it wasn't... I really had to pee, that's for certain, but I could easily have waited until I was in the water."Right, your turn now, Tania,” I said, covered in soup myself but dead sure I wasn’t going to let her get off scot free. I’ve got this brilliant idea for her birthday. How do you fancy a wet and messy evening? I’m up for it – how about you?” After three school changes, the bullying became so bad that she would skip out on classes and started getting bad grades despite being predicted to achieve highly. Cos I was so pissed I wasnt too steady on my feet and ended up toppling about and weeing on my shoes. Unfortunately, they were suede. For some reason (probably the fact I'd been in a place with a free bar for 8 hours) I found this very, very upsetting and ended up walking home, barefoot, crying my eyes out.