Jordan didn’t resist.
“…U…Um yeah…very…” mumbled Jordan, still embarrassed from the events of the night before. As Margaret exposed the girl’s diaper under her pajama pants without a thought, Jordan could smell the odor of the cream her mom had used on her private area the night before – this was mixed with the telltale smell of urine.
That’s sure long lasting stuff, she thought.
“We came and checked your…pad…at several increments last night actually – you were so heavily sleeping that you simply didn’t wake up to notice.” Margaret said as she pulled the band of Jordan’s pajama pants and panties away from her body; enough to see the obliterated wetness indicators on the front of the purple plastic.
