Obviously, there was that dirty smell all around of my shit and farts. Even I could not bear that smell, but Parth was sitting and sucking amazingly. ...is mouth was obviously so close to my asshole from where we shit. He was enjoying that. And I was enjoying more than him.I was done shitting and wanted to wash it now.I don’t know how, why and when this ugly thought strike my mind that I came up with a dirtier idea. I said, “Should I wash my ass or would you like to clean it by rimming?”I was. After about a minute, Claire arrived in Evan's room, to be greeted by Julianne and Evan. Whenever Evan told Claire to go somewhere, it was usually just him, but now, he was here with his girlfriend, and Claire didn't know how to react."Claire, why don't you go sit down in that chair and turn it around so you're facing the wall," Evan gestured at a chair on the side of the dorm. He then handed Julianne one of the time stopping devices, and they both pressed the button at the same time. Julianne. My leg bumped against Flora’s pantyhose leg. She smiled...“Take off your heels and rest your feet on the bench!” She did the same. Our hosed feet met in the corner of our little booth, and we rubbed them together. It felt so amazing. Her black sheer nylon pantyhose and the floral pattern going down the side of the hose all the way down to her pinky toe - and all with black nail polish! Really delicious pantyhose feet. We didn't say much - just enjoyed the pantyhose feet rubbing and our burgers.. “Sure,” I replied, really not looking forward to yet another tour around a five-star hotel, assessing it’s suitability for my company’s clients.Walking through the resort, Kim turned out to be quite easy to talk to and didn’t lay it on too thick. About halfway through her pitch, I broached the topic of her accent. She explained that she’d been born in Long Beach after her parents fled from the Khmer Rouge. After high school, she'd graduated from Penn and then joined this luxury hotel.