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The fantasy ideal scenario continued from above...

Mine would be an extension of the truth. In life you hit 30 and already you start thinking back on all the sexual or romantic partners you nearly had. I had a very cute and very funny female friend in one of my previous jobs called Suzanne. She hung around with the Rugby club and I guessed that was her type of man, but apparently I found out after she and I left the company and went our different ways, that she really fancied me. In any case she had a bit of a weak bladder and it would sometimes let her down if she laughed too hard. We were always laughing together and always sharing car journeys to go to a site for work. Suzanne managed on one occasion to wet her driver seat and then another time wet herself laughing all over my passenger seat. Luckily it was on the way back to her home and I got to admire her wet skirt as she got out and went back into her house. The following day on the car journey I engineered the conversation round to the subject of her bladder and with fake innocence asked if she’d thought of protecting her car seat somehow. To my delight she said “as I can’t stop pissing myself when we get together, CJ, I’ll have to start wearing Tena Lady to work