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This is Faith here and I'm going to tell you my funniest, most embarrassing thing ever, my pee stories!!! They are my deepest, darkest secrets, so tell your friends!!!
What is my age: 54
My orientation: Man
Iris color: Large hazel green
My gender: Woman
Color of my hair: I have got golden hair
What is my figure features: I'm quite strong
My favourite drink: Red wine
Other hobbies: Swimming
My tattoo: I don't have tattoos
Alright, so my brother goes to a college that is roughly five and a half hours away from the town that both me and my parents live in.
I am a pee pants
I then throw on a pair of black cut out heels. Although I didn't see why we couldn't stop at one of the dozens of gas stations we passed up on the way to pick him up. Dead to the world. She was practically beaming as she hung up the phone, I approached just as the call ended.
I could feel the slightest twinge in my bladder, but I decided to ignore it, surely my parents would stop before I got to desperate. I just love the feeling. Although I kept a facade that nothing was bothering me, my lower half said differently. Part of me was excited, but part of me really didn't want to wet myself in front of my parents.
Which meant he was growing impatient. I don't know what it is about long car rides, but whenever I'm in a car for a long period of time. All I got from him was a faint smile and a nod. Within the first thirty minutes I'm out like a light for a couple hours.
Now, having just given you this information. Not to casual, yet not to formal. That's a little less than two hours. By mothers request, not mine. I kind of got to pee. You can imagine what types of situations I've been in with both purposeful and accidental holdings and wettings. I grabbed a bottle of water before heading down the stairs of my apartment when I heard the honk of my dad's car.
I look and find the town we are heading to, and we still have a torturous one-hundred and four miles left.
My mom turned on the radio, and I leaned my against the window and next thing you know, I'm passed out. I didnt really have much of a choice now.
The girl's pee soaking through her back, then round her bum
At the this point I was wiggling my butt around in the seat and nodded. I honestly almost never use the toilet if I have a day off and I stay home most of the day, and even when I'm not. So my mom made a mandatory 'rule' to have us, as a family go and pick him up from college when he got the chance to visit with us. She's not thirteen anymore. Now, I love to hold my pee. Sorry, I get a bit side track sometimes. Only on holidays and special occasions. My parents showed up at about twelve thirty, so it gave the coffee a good hour and a half to set in, and to be honest.
If it would have been up to me, I would have worn a hoodie and a pair of leggings.
But seeing as how my parents like to eat at a nice restaurant after picking my brother up, I have to dress nice. In my defense, I didn't have to pee very badly when they first picked me up. So, I'll start off with a story about when I had an accident in the car with my parents and my brother about a month ago.
Of course I wake up a couple hours later and the twinge in my bladder has turned into a dull, yet noticeable ache.
I'm not giving away personal info, sorry. She does have a weak bladder, we both know this. I Am A Pee Pants. My dad gave a stern sigh, "You're just going to have to wait. The game plan is that we pick your brother up, and then we head to the restaurant of your brothers choice and you can use the bathroom there.
Without cookies, it would be impossible for Similar Worlds to be secure and effective. As I start awake, I looked our the window and watch the road until I see a that has a list of distances to locations and stuff. Only logged in members can reply and interact with the post.
You just looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake you. Which I sometimes ignore intentionally, but not this time. I didn't question it though.
That morning I had woken up at about eleven, took my morning pee, and got ready for my parents to pick me up. Adult Fetish No Notifications. I just stopped, I'm not stopping again. Especially when it comes to peeing. We stopped at a gas station about thirty minutes ago so we could get snacks, and so that I could use the restroom. I'm weird, I know] My d Red Nissan titan sat in the parking lot of my apartment complex, my mom outside of the car of course, on the phone with my brother, explaining to him that we were about to be on our way.
Surely you can hold it until we pick up your brother. Due to the fact that I just woke up, and that I could've peed thirty minutes ago.
Now, my father was not a man of many words. Viola, my ensemble was complete. I gave a huff, and crossed my legs relieving the pressure for the time being, which didn't work for very long, it helped for all of about twenty minutes before I felt my bladder go from a dull ache to a noticeable and growing urgent call for release.
The next two hours on the road were completely torture. I was going to need to bathroom soon. Now, I have to dress relatively nice.
To which I nodded back in response before climbing into the backseat, on the right-side behind my mom and soon we were off. By the four and half hour mark of the trip, both of my legs were double crossed and my thighs were pressed tightly together with both of my hands so far in my crotch that you could only see my arms from the wrist up.
Sound good, sweetie? I was bouncing my butt lightly and trying to hide my heavy breathing. So I throw on a pair of my dark blue jeans on, that stop right about the ankle, and my favorite flannel crop top with a grey undershirt to cover my stomach. Similar Worlds today ». Now even though I know for a fact that my bladder is about the size of ping pong ball and is as weak as first grader, I decide to be ballsy and drink a huge cup of coffee after my morning pee.
I'm going to go ahead and not describe me putting on make up, because its really unnecessary to include so I skip to when it all start going down hill.
So, after I down my cup of coffee, I head to my room to get dressed. Which is a unpunctual procrastinator who has a nack for putting things off until the last minute.
My first mistake. Which you can imagine, happened on this trip. I hold until the last minute, or until it's to late. about Cookies Hide. I'm ready, and on time for once. Starting from about eighth grade when I figured out I had this amazing fetish to my current age. Phil, doesn't she look nice? You do remember her frequent accidents when she still lived with us, don't you.
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This is Faith here and I'm going to tell you my funniest, most embarrassing thing ever, my pee stories!!!