Mommy Crissy
My Tweets
My Bio:
Well hello there you sweet little thing. I am Mommy Crissy. Your sweet, sexy Mommy who loves to make her babies feel sooo good. Come lay down and let Mommy change that diaper.
She just loves to rub Vaseline and powder all over babies little bottom and all around his sensitive area. Mommy likes to touch her babies in their "secret" spots and she always leaves them with a big, happy, sweet smile on their little face. But don't forget to mind your manners and be sure to tell Mommy thank you when she's done!
And for my very special ab/dl's, I will show you just where Mommy's like to be touched and the perfect ways to do it when we are having our ab/dl and Mommy special time together. Mommy just loves for her little one to touch her right there, oh yes that's just perfect, what a good little boy you are to make Mommy feel so good!
[fts_twitter twitter_name=@MommyCrissy tweets_count=2 cover_photo=yes stats_bar=yes show_retweets=yes show_replies=no]
This is the 1st item
This is the 2nd item
Sweet Babies
Toilet Play
Teasing Mommy
Diaper Manipulation
[contact-form-7 id="13877" title="Contact page"]
Diaper Emergency call 
1 (888) 430-2010
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 […]