'You crept up on me there, Natalie.' I said.'I know..' She replied, In a slow, but cheeky manner. I found myself looking from her eyes to her lips, ba...k to her eyes. She did the same.'I urm, found a couple.' Still face to face with her, she reached to my hand and took the menus.'Thanks.' Slowly, she rose to her tip toes, put her hand around my neck and pulled my face towards hers. Her soft young lips pressed against mine, and I moved with her as her mouth opened and offer me her tongue. She. "No!" she whispered. "Don't look at her!"But it was too late. The woman had clearly recognized her. She sauntered toward their table and stopped. She was holding a tray that held a bottle of water and a salad. She looked down upon Rochelle, and her eyes moved to her plate."Enjoying your meal?" she asked with a smirk. "Best of luck tonight." Same to you," Rochelle answered with a fake smile.As the woman walked away with her entourage in tow, she turned to the woman next to her and said in a. I carefully moved in between her legs and crawled up to her pussy. Her pubic bush was matted with my cum and her own juices. It was a pretty strong smell of female sex and male cum in her folds. I started very slowly to kiss her pussy and then use my tongue to explore the folds of her pussy. I could still hear her breathing and it had picked up a little bit. I did not want to wake her up, I wanted to play with her body and pussy before she woke up. Since there was no rush to get out of bed this. She would record today's recipe for future use.For Jiya, shitting was an art, a life-long journey in perversion and depravity that she had relentlessly pursued since she was first introduced to scat by her aunt. Since then there was no turning back. She had experimented with all kinds of foods, different amounts of water and piss, holding her turds in her for different durations, even what time of the day you shitted made a difference. Years of hard-work had paid off and today she was the.