Still holding her mouth, I unzipped my trousers and let them fall to my knees, I was not wearing underwear, expectant of what was to come I had chosen...not to. My cock was throbbing; the purple bulbous end angry with desire lay in wait for his prize. Still holding my hand over her mouth I plunged my cock deep inside her, ramming him fully to the very depths of her inner warmth. Sara gasped beneath my hand, slowly but rhythmically I began to embed my cock into her. Unable to cry out she felt. "If you need a seat you can squeeze in here." He stood up to let us in. I said to Polly, as she sat down, "I'll get the drinks." and went off to the bar.It must have taken me at least 15 minutes to get the drinks and when I returned to the booth I expected Polly to be sitting on the end, or at least one seat in but she was sitting in the middle of the booth. She had 3 guys either side of her. She looked very flushed and she was just fastening a button on the front of her blouse. I was. This time, she was carrying a pail. Once again, she slammed her ass on my face and spewed forth a flood of diarrhea shit. She dropped the pail in front of her and leaned forward and spewed her stomach into the pail, while sitting on my face.This time, she didn't leave and return to bed. She squirmed and groaned while I gasped for fleeting breaths as her ass moved up and down on my face. She puked again into the pail. Then a moment later, leaned back, and flooded my mouth with more diarrhea.Her. When he asked what was so important about a class, Judy lookedat him in disbelief and said “Yoga is life.” She just moved a little, nestling in against me; I kissed her softhair and held her closer. It’s funny; how do I explain it? I’ve gotten thequestion from many people; from my buddies at work, from the one gal’s sonin the Saturday class, from my old girlfriend Penny on the east coast.Penny is a kick; we still exchange email. She was glad to learn I’d.