I am left for what seems like hours, lying inthis coffin thing swimming in urine and vile smelling excrement. Finally the out-house door opens agai... and there is Joan staringdown at me. "Well they've gone home. Are you comfy and cozy, sweetie?" shesays. "I just need to use this thing for a moment before I go out forthe night." Joan sits down on the toilet seat and shits on my face. They arebig solid turds and she takes her time about it, chatting idly with meas she goes about her. I called her up and she says Ok , we will meet at my place for some time and see how it goes.The day I was suppose to pick she took a day off from the school and told at home that she will go late. I shaved , shaved my dick and took good shower and soaked myself in perfume and was ready to take her and eat her up completely.Unfortunately we had a situation that some one came to my place and things seemed to be impossible but he left and I again called her and this time she was angry and said we. ”“I think that’s why Grace, Sky and I hang out so much,” Chris said. “We don’t have a lot in common on the surface. I’m from Pittsburgh. Sky is from New York. Grace is from here. We don’t really have the same interests but we compromise because we like hanging around each other. Sure, we’re in the same show but that’s hardly enough to build a friendship. I think we’re friends because we were all raised the same way. I still talk to my folks two or three times a week. They were worried about me. She moved her hips back toward his knees and his cock popped out of her. It immediately started spurting creamy ropes of semen up her stomach, splattering her face again and soaking her boobs.Matt reached up and massaged his sticky seed into her boobs, which became shiny and even sexier as he kneaded them roughly.By this time they both were all worn out; confirming my thought that they had been fucking in such a wild way during ages.Then Matt saw me standing at the door and he apologized with.