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Mike was groaning louder and louder as he held my head down on his cock. With so many possible approaches to the diaper party, the wording of the invitation needs to make the nature of the celebration clear. The all just nodded their heads as Charles quickly grabbed the cards and started dealing them out. Note the diaper theme next, simply and straightforward. Men are much more involved in the baby world than they were even a generation ago, so cultivating networks with like-minded guys is just as crucial as it is for Mom, says Judy Levit, an Oakland marriage and family therapist. I licked my lips and leaned over, taking it into my hot mouth. To avoid feeling like you have to feed guests a meal, try planning the shower at an in between meal time like 2 or 3 in the afternoon.
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This is especially true when throwing a shower in which the father-to-be is the focus of the attention. A dad-focused event can be an all-male celebrations with poker or sports as activities, although diaper parties can also be co-ed and resemble typical baby showers.
With so many possible approaches to the diaper party, the wording of the invitation needs to make the nature of the celebration clear. Video of the Day Express the opening "please come" or "you're invited" part of the invitation creatively.
Use wordplay, puns or short cute verses. If you just can't come up with something, don't force it; simply tell guests they're invited in a tone appropriate to the party. Something such as, "Hey, guys! The daddy-to-be needs diapers. A more refined "You're invited to a diaper shower" is adequate for a co-ed or mommy-focused event. Note the diaper theme next, simply and straightforward.
For example, "There's a baby on the way who's going to need LOTS of diapers, so let's honor the [father-to-be, mother-to-be, parents-to-be] with a diaper party. Draw up a list of shower details. Begin with the shower honoree: Follow with day, date, time, and location. Include brief directions; add a separate sheet with thorough directions and a map if necessary. End with the name of the host or hostess, telephone number, e-mail and RSVP notify-by date.
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She smiled at me, and said, "My husband will be back from the Pub soon.
Ever since he and my mom spilt I had been living with just him. He was very attractive at 6' 2 lbs brown hair and big brown eyes, and was a true ladies man. As a bachelor I grew up seeing him with all kinds of women, mostly bimbos though. Ever since I was 18 he had been dressing me as well as fucking me. I had no problem with it, and most of the boys at my school didn't either.
Daddy had always talked of showing me off to his friend but hadn't backed it up as of yet. However that would all change soon enough!! What I thought was going to be just another Friday night turned out much different. Daddy came in and proposed an offer I couldn't refuse. He was having his monthly poker party and this month was his turn to host. He explained it was a lot of drinking, smoking, cursing and playing cards among his friends.
I agreed of course and started to get ready for the party. A couple hours later Daddy called up for me to come down. I was all ready to go in my short little black skirt with slits on both sides, a tight white halter top, it was so skimpy I couldn't possibly wear a bra under it, a tiny little silk black thong along with some sexy black thigh highs and my favorite 5 inch platform heels.
I swung the door open to find one of dads friends standing there waiting. It was Mike, he was my dads age, 46 years old around 6' and pretty close to lbs.
Not overweight by much, but a kinda shy sort of guy, or so I thought. I could feel his eyes all over me, unlike most women I like it. Again I answered the door, it was his other 2 friends for the party Jake and Charles. Charles was the only unmarried one of the group, though it wasn't hard to see why. He was a rather fat, unclean looking guy.
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