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I wasn't sure where to post, but I guess this is as good as any place: Earlier this week I was off work on a family day, and was walking around in Manchester (north west England). All of a sudden after a run of cold, damp and windy weather, spring suddenly seems to have arrived and it was a beautiful sunny warm day (beautiful in a northern British sort of way anyway). The sun seemed to have an electrifying effect - girls everywhere were strolling about in miniskirts and skimpy tops. It was a bit like that moment when you walk through a park in springtime and suddenly all the flowers

Great photos @will64

@Riley - Can I refer you back to my post immediately above this one... Your legs do NOT look fat, in fact they look amazing, as does your tummy and everything about this picture. I know we can't tell you you're wrong, but we can repeat ourselves that you're being very critical. I get that many of the pics of internet find girls may be skinnier - but that doesn't make you fat. It just makes them skinny. Personally from the several pictures you've been brave enough to post (and all credit for doing so), I and all the people who react think you look absolutely great. So folk

Great finds @Riley, all of them. Would love to think the first one is you, but know it isn't (and wouldn't dream of asking - I know you don't post yourself online).

That was incredibly hot @Riley - thanks for sharing

I think @Alfresco has pretty much summarised everything I’d say - hope it’s only a temporary ‘holiday’. I do think that a forum such as this has far more consumers than contributors. You only have to look at the member numbers and how many actually chat to see that. Of that small proportion there are those who are quite guarded in how much they allow themselves to become personally involved. Like admin have alluded, there’s a fine line between expressing our own experiences and coming over as discouraging when someone’s desires differ from ours. There’s a lesson there for all of us

To be honest, the days of newspapers sending out a reported and photographer are long gone. Yes, they’ll have photographers - or more likely use photos from freelance ‘togs for the big stuff, but a story like this is more likely they’ve ‘researched’ the story on Facebook and used someone’s snap as their scoop. Now that everyone has a cameraphone the professional photographer is a dying breed. Still, personal grumpiness aside - at least we get to see the story in the press.

Fans of Lucy's adventures - and her journey of discovery - will probably already have read the previous chapters. If not, they're worth a read and will set the scene for this chapter. We're getting close to the conclusion of Lucy's adventure. Certainly a long way from the prim girl who always liked to be in control - there's been a lot of yellow water under the bridge since then... Anyway, hope you enjoy this latest chapter and fear not - there is more to come. After their emergency outdoor pee stops, where they’d both been on the verge of total loss of control, both Lucy an

Three magic elements in combination.... skirt, pantieless and lots of naughty pee!!! Perfect.

If I recall right, you posted a little while ago about needing to use a public bathroom, finding it flooded and adding to the puddle? That was my favourite scenario.

Probably a bit late now for luck.... How was your journey 😉

To be honest, I think for most people that starting a brand new PM chat with more than five different people in the space of a day would be akin to spamming... cold hitting more than five people with your chat? I mean, you may want to engage in a private chat after something they've posted - but in reality who wants to repeat that scenario with more than five different people?

That's great to hear Will. Small steps are what counts, just celebrate the successes one day at a time. If there's a success then awesome - and if not, then tomorrow is a new day. We're here with you and ready to celebrate every step with you.

I'm a fairly simple type - my two would be pee (of course) and a certain part of the female anatomy in all it's wonderful guises... slits, camel toes, clefts, panties, upskirts... generally anything and anywhere south.

Great tales - love them!

Interesting one... Like the others I'm imagining we know who each other are, ie an arranged meet up. If it was down to me to chat up a random stranger I'd probably fail at the first hurdle, it's not one of my strengths. I'd like to think we'd grab a coffee, chat about things in general, then maybe get a meal or do something - basically normal stuff. I wouldn't really expect anything sexual on a first meeting, but I'd like to think that knowing we've got a common understanding would create a bond, a mutual trust and understanding - if you and your small bladder found yourself squirming

Get the bucket list fund in place... I know North America has so much, why would people go elsewhere... but do. Just don’t do that ‘London, Edinburgh, Paris for a day each - seen it all’

What country in the world would you most like to visit if given the ticket to anywhere and free hotels etc. Why there?

It's a fair point, but you've got a more than appreciative audience. We're happy to carry on if you are. It's a good reminder though, I'll have a hunt through the archive...

IMHO - please don't ever consider posting less....

Yes, back then the BBC had no concept of preserving for the future - recordings on early studio magnetic video tape were recorded over as the tape needed to be reused. Hindsight is wonderful.

Must admit I have done in the shower occasionally, imagining how it would feel transitioning from holding in sheer desperation, to feeling the hot flood released.

The middle one looks more fun and less uptight than the other two somehow. And has a nicer pussy...

Hope that's the first part of lots more tales of kinky fun?

Chapter Eleven - Road Trip - Part Two “Ow” grimaced Lucy, her eyes still closed, “I’m not sure I’ve ever been this desperate before, I really hope I’m not injuring myself or something.” “I know” replied Jenny, “I’m sorry, I’m trying to drive as carefully as I can, but at least we’re here now. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, I was hoping this place would be deserted....” With that Lucy looked around, seeing a few cars. The picnic area was only small, really just a grass banking surrounding three sides of the gravelled car park. The couple of picnic benches were occ