I‘ve been eating shit for over 50 years ago since I was about 10 years old and shortly afterwards I ate shit from anybodies arse who would shit in m... mouth, of course I would drink piss from a cunt or cock to flush the shit down my toilet throat. My preference is to eat shit from a woman but shit has the same wonderful taste whichever gender provides it. My first wife (she's dead now) always said if I was to fuck her arse I would have to eat her shit afterwards, I never argued because I loved. Though, at that time of the morning, the restaurant was fairly empty. “Here you are, enjoy,” Terri breathed, with a glint in her eye. They settled in next to each other, sitting in the back seat facing out toward the main dining room. Though mostly hidden from view, there was enough sightline to supply the diners with enough time to prepare for any visitor who might approach. Though, at that time of the morning, there was little chance anyone other than the waitress would. “What can Melissa. I had to park my car; it was blocking thealley. I backed into the carport locked the gate and went to spray offthe exercise bike. I sprayed it off and bounced it a few times, to shakeoff the water and took it into my apartment.First thing pour the Mister plumber in the clogged sink. Giving it timeto work I checked out the exercise bike, I must have bounced it toohard, and the chain was off. I have had to put chains back on regularbikes before, how hard could it be. Harder than I thought it. Rubbing her heated skin, she slid down the wall into a heap of confusion; still longing, needing, breathing in raspy gasps of air. Hands grasped her frame, bringing her to a quick standing position. Looking up, her tear filled vision found her brother standing there. His eyes filled with passionate lust and pure unfiltered rage. Without any exchange, he quickly found her coat and rushed her to the crisp air of the night. She rushed to keep up with his quickened steps. She didn’t remember her.