Darla pee’d my pants
I was running her bath water and sat to take a tinkle.
My pants and undies were stretched open between my knees, and Darla approached.
She leaned forward, bracing herself on my knees and lifted one leg-stepping into my pants and then climbed in with the other.
She looked up, happy and proud.
Then I heard the liquid flow to the floor. She pee’d. In. My. Pants.
Darla's Mom 
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