Granny Minnie
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My name is Minnie, and I am here for all of you little ones who enjoy a woman with some experience in life. I adore adult babies, and can role-play anything from the cruel Auntie or Granny to the seductive older lady next door who has been called in to help out around the house. The possibilities are endless as to what we can do together.
Ever dream of your mother-in-law coming over to your house displeased with the way you have been acting lately? Forcing you into diapers as punishment? Teaching your wife that corner time is the best way to handle an errant husband? Because that is a favorite of mine, and to be honest, I think I should pay my son-in-law a visit very soon... I can't wait to speak to all of you!
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October 30, 2009
Its the night before candy day when all the diapered little ones can’t sleep because they know its so close to Halloween when they can be someone they usually can’t be in the usual day to day life but your all excited because you get to dress up and have fun in those cute costumes and go door to door for that candy everyone enjoys giving out to you but you like saying treat or trick i can just hear you in that sweet voice of yours say please and thank you so have a […]
October 26, 2009
A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade […]