As if the idea had suddenly occurred to her, she asked thechuckling teenagers, "I don't suppose you stock potties big enough formy overgrown toddler? ...aybe I could try potty-training her all overagain?" As a matter of fact, we do!" The pretty blonde grandly announced."Bring your little nappy-wetter over to aisle six." Leading the way,she escorted us to the section with several shelves displaying avariety of brightly-coloured plastic potties.She stood on tippy-toes, her tight blue denim jeans. After coffee, I drew a nice hot bath and proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes getting clean and smooth. After drying off I applied liberal amounts of a lavender-scented lotion to keep me soft and smelling nice. I also made sure that my feet were quite soft as well, since that seemed to be his favorite place to start.While I was deciding what to wear, I called Al to see if he had any plans in mind so I knew what to bring along. He hoped we could spend some time in bed but he also had a. I can get the spare room ready,,, orrr is there oher arrangements Miss.Begining to feel uncomfortable with every one talking as if i didn't exist, i spun around and stared at Eve and Peta... what exactly is happeninig here ,,why are you talking like i am yours to do as you like... the look on Eve's face and the smirk on Peta's face stopped me short, as i sence the implications of what they had been talking about.. This isn't just an overnight stay is it, i stuttered, Both shook their heads and. Her name was Olivia Jackson. I formally met in my sophomore year of high school. We were both sixteen at the time we met. However, I was not the only one watching her. I was in lunch talking to my best friend, Paul (who is just as much of a horn dog as I am, if not more) about girls and how our day went, when I saw her. I froze, staring at her voluptuous buttocks swaying side to side in those pants. Paul was in the middle of a soliloquy about somebody annoying him when I interrupted him…“Paul,.