I had taken a position high on a hill up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek c...ming down the hill. As I looked through my scope up and down the beach for something interesting to spot. There was nothing except I could see that it was the liberal news host Ana Kasparian and their property had numerous "No Hunting" signs posted. It was over a 300 yard shot and I raised the ‘scope to have a look. If she saw me she might call. I hate feces, and having to go, well, number two, for lack of a better term. My disdain for bowel necessities made the fact that I loved anal play that much more intriguing to me. My mother once told me that my hating to go was why I was always constipated as a child. Later, a therapist I was forced to visit after my parents discovered my stash of pornography told me that my hatred of going was probably why I had such an anal fixation as puberty hit. Whatever the reason, I hate to take a dump,. That’s not exactly on the front burner.’ ‘I didn’t say next week for God’s sake.’ ‘Sorry. With everything else going on that scared the crap out of me coming out of nowhere.’ ‘Sorry.’ She dragged it out and didn’t look the least bit sorry. I was sure she got a kick out of hitting a nerve and I expected to be needled about this frequently in the future. ‘I would like you to join me for as much of this week’s folderol as you can. I need an ally.’ She beamed. ‘Sign me up.’ Sunny was home and. .. LIKE CLOVES WITH CINNAMON... I FONDLED HIS HEAD AND KISS HIM ON HIS BEAUTIFUL MOUTH... WITH FRESH MINT FLAVOURED KISSES AND THE FLAVOUR OF THE CHOCOLATE IN MY MOUTH...HE STARTED GETTING HIS PANTS OFF VERY FAST AND TAKING HIS SHOES OFF WITH HIS FEET... I SAW HIM WITH HIS SHIRT AND SOME VERY NICE JOCKSTRAP... THAT FUCKING GUN... WOW...! AND THOSE BIG BALLS... HE STEPPED IN A CHAIR AND PUT HIS BULGE IN FRONT OF ME... I STARTED TO MASSAGE IT WITH MY LIPS AND LOOKING AT ME... SAYING TO ME: COME.