I didn't buy my first pair till I was 21 and they were a beautiful orange thong that had rings up the string and on the waist they fit so good and the rings felt so wonderful in my ass I miss them.
Finally Francine decided to step up her game, and she lifted her up so she was, like a little koala, clinging to her mommy with arms and legs. "There we are... No more crying now my beautiful little girl..." she whispered. "You're safe and sound. And I love you." She cooed reassuringly.
Anya listened with full attention as her new baby lost his battle with his butt. She squeezed the fabric as soon as she saw it starting to swell, enjoying how warm and lumpy it was. It was no small feat! She grinned at him and tilted her head. "You're such a cute little stinker, aren't you Mikey?" She cooed and kissed his forehead. "Come now, let's practice changing you, hm? I'm sure I'll need all the help I can get before the baby comes!"
Like velcro, the baby clung tightly to her mommy, even as the two were walking around. Sure, it made it borderline impossible for either to walk comfortably but the poor thing needed the physical contact. But moreover, she wanted to show how much she cares. And if words won’t cut it, this was the next best thing!