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l somehow find it quite arousing and exciting to savor the smell of mine or my playmate's very Wet cloth diapers and plastic pants with Baby powder and baby Lotion..l also sometimes enjoy the slight Waft of "some" messy  diapers(my own included) with powder n lotion as well..l'll admit it..Don't know Why, or How this came to be , but it is as it is l guess..anyway..lt's Sooo fun..:)

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