Telling her she had a boyfriend who had a pee and poop fetish and wondered if this was dangerous.The Dr. was a very open minded lesbian and not ar all...put off by the question.She told Mom if your healthy and in moderation it shouldnt be an issue.She said your boyfriend cant consume every bowel movement every day but a dozen turds or so a week should be OK if he feels ill just stop for awhile.Mom hung up the phone and broke the good news,Sounds like all is ok as long as we use or heads.Grandma. I was causing her pain, whether she liked it or not. Her injured ankle had to stay immobile, but we just could not stop. I lifted her left leg, resting it on my shoulder. Her heel brushed gently against my cheek, and a pleasant leathery smell reached my nose. ?My ankle feels much better now,? Jessica said and thrust her bottom up to meet me. *** I brought Jessica to the hospital around 6 a.m. She was placed in a wheelchair and was briefly examined by a sleepy doctor. He mumbled. His physique was impressively fit as he ran twice as many kilometers per week as was required of him, just to say that he did. His skin tone was light, bespeaking of a primarily European ancestry. His eyes were dark, probing, and looked as if they had the ability to shoot lasers at you if he so desired. His white shirt of command and his shorts appeared to have actually been pressed by a machine.“Colonel,” stammered Weasel when he saw the CO enter the clinic. “To who ... I mean to what do we. She was rubbing her ass when I was finished and got teary eyes. She was standing and rubbing her ass.I had the opportunity and tied her hands with the duppatta she left from some time back. She was a bit shocked but didn’t said anything. I then threw her on bed and started to bite her thighs and then slowly rubbing her pussy. She was wet, she liked the spanking but not much. I put my two finger in her and fucked her very fast with the fingers.She was close to cumming and said “Don’t stop, I am.