I’m in the kitchen doing some washing. I’m wearing a purple t-shirt, a grey pair of jogging bottoms, and my cute little feet are bare. I start loading clothes into the washing machine, bending over so that you can check out my pert bum ;) My bladder really needs emptying, but I’m in the middle of my chores and I really haven’t got time to take a break now. All of a sudden, the pressure becomes too much and my bladder opens whilst I’m still in the middle of loading the washing machine! A warm stream gushes out into my leggings, and runs down the insides of my legs! The light colour of the le...

I’m in the kitchen doing some washing. I’m wearing a purple t-shirt, a grey pair of jogging bottoms, and my cute little feet are bare. I start loading clothes into the washing machine, bending over so that you can check out my pert bum ;) My bladder really needs emptying, but I’m in the middle of my chores and I really haven’t got time to take a break now. All of a sudden, the pressure becomes too much and my bladder opens whilst I’m still in the middle of loading the washing machine! A warm stream gushes out into my leggings, and runs down the insides of my legs! The light colour of the leggings really shows up the wet stains, which are spreading with every passing second, but I don’t stop what I’m doing and simply carry on with the task at hand :D I can feel my jogging bottoms getting warmer on the inside as my release continues to flow, which is a beautifully familiar sensation. When I’m finished spraying, I kneel down and close the washing machine door. But the jogging bottoms I’m wearing feel every bit as soaked as if they had actually been in the wash already :D