Iwas given the awful job of cleaning it all up, scooping up Samantha’sshit with a paper towel and tossing it in a garbage bag. Samanthaasked if I li...ed her shit. I said “Sure! I’d like to eat it!” Ithought she had to know I was kidding, but she said, “We have to havea toilet, Mike. We can’t leave the store to go find another toilet,I’m afraid you are going to have be our toilet until this one getsfixed.” I was surprised to discover that I actually was excited aboutdoing this.So for the next. I was a little disappointed that there was no such glimpse tonight, but thought no more about it. I didn't always get one, and I wasn't even certain that she did it deliberately anyway.I got in and we drove off. I didn't know where she wanted to go, but guessing that it wouldn't be on the main roads, I turned down into a minor road, out into the country. As I drove, she took my left hand and placed it between her opened legs and I could feel her pussy under my hand. No wonder she hadn't given. And just kinky enough to hide the real use under plenty of mumbo jumbo paperwork and legalese. So, they worked out a plan to move the experimentation to the next level. Rose wanted to test the material for program-ability. Some way to control how it responds, when it responds, and whatever else she could glean. Their minds were reeling with the possibilities. Three hours later they were laying in bed, breathing heavy and in different parts of the house. This stuff is amazing!Come Monday, Dirk. This was the best feeling in the world. My dad was fucking like a machine. His balls were smacking against my thigh hard with stroke. He would randomly smack my ass cheek hard while fucking me causing me to giggle and moan in pleasure. I loved how he was treating me so rough. He was treating me like a slut not like a daughter, and I loved it. I felt my body quiver familiarly. I came again“OHH DAAADDDDYY!” I screamedHe fucked me for another minute before withdrawing his dick. He picked me up.