Lonnie and Horrie’s family soon had a small production line going. June already had scans for the solid parts like the tree and buckles but not the ...aterial parts. The family helped her get them cut out. Lonnie then got June to scan them into the replicator.They couldn’t make them out of the leather she had used, because of the ‘no flesh’ restrictions, something Kyle had forgotten in his excitement. June was, however, able to find the pattern for a synthetic substitute. She and Lonnie both. She rinsed her mouth out and spit the residue into the sink, recalling how poor Darren had profusely apologized at the time. He had been so sweet in every respect that she had managed to swallow his stuff the next time. NO! Be truthful, at least to yourself! Her conscience was speaking to her! You swallowed his stuff every time after that and loved it. That makes you a lying bitch as well as a slut. Her conscience rambled on, And what of that nice young man? Didn’t he lap your juices without. That disgusting display continued for quite some minutes before the oozing discharge of shit began to slow. Colette was then made to squat in front of the one remaining bowl which was still filled with shit and muck. Her task here, was to scoop out the shit from amongst the piss soaked paper, and to pack it up into her pussy, forcing it in so that it squeezed up into ever recess of her cervix and uterus. Colette willingly and lustfully complied with this order, filling her pussy with the putrid. ‘Yup, I know it,’ he said. ‘I always knew it. I’m only yanking your chain.’‘Goose!’ I accused him again, trying not to smile, but it was a losing battle. I went to my door too and got in the car.‘Let’s hope March comes in like a lion,’ Jason said cheerfully, putting the keys in the ignition. ‘You know what they say!’‘It may be April instead,’ I pointed out. ‘The doctor said end of March, beginning of April.’‘We’ll just cross that bridge when we come to it,’ Jason assured me, reversing.