Daddy Paul
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My Bio:
Hey, I'm Baby Betsy. I love being a baby and being changed and coddled by a loving daddy or mommy. I love breastfeeding and having mommy feed me from her warm, soft, milk filled titties. I also love it when daddy changes me and takes extra long time putting on the diaper rash medicine. Of course it?s cause he says he wants to make sure his baby girl is fully protected, but it feel so good.
Taking a bath is one of my favorite times. When daddy gets me undressed and sits me down gently in the bath tub and waits for me to soak before he gets me all lathered up and ready to play. He fills my tub up with bath toys he bought just for me. I love my blocks and rubber ducky's the best. He makes sure I have tons of fun before he starts washing me up and getting me ready for bed time.
Then after bath time is done daddy puts lotion on my whole body cause he says our bodies need to drink to so they can be smooth for their daddies. So after he is done with the lotion he puts on my diaper and lays me next to him to fall asleep. He makes sure I am nice and relaxed before I fall asleep. He will turn on my favorite nursery rhyme and massage me to sleep. I hope you can come be my new daddy since my has been at work all day and night here lately. I would really like to play?.
Love Baby Betsy
Being Changed by Daddy
Wearing Diapys
Playing in Nursery
Bottle Feeding
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August 5, 2010
I used to be a big time gamer. I used to spend untold hours in front of my gaming system just…killing stuff. lol Unfortunately I do not get to game that much, if at all anymore. I miss it, but I still keep up on new games that are coming out and what’s new in the gaming news. One thing that I just read, not even 4 minutes ago is about Halo. Everybody knows about Halo and if you do not…where ya been? Anyway, some guy made Halo into a […]
August 5, 2010
A gray old woman sits all alone Unloved, uncherished and unknown. Sitting beside her broken door. Dreaming of days past long ago, When children played about her knee Filling the air with childish glee, Tended by her with loving care. Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer. But now they have gone, each to his life A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife, Forgetful are they of her who sits here Silently wiping a tricking tear, For striving for things in a life so brief Blind their […]