She pulled down his jeans inch by inch, second by tantalizing second. The bulge in his boxers was undeniable and she took a second to kiss where the t...p popped slightly out through the fly. He groaned and instinctively moved to pull her head down further, but her hand smoothly battered his away. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles and he stepped out of them as she bit the bottom of his boxers. She ran her hand up and down his thigh as she pulled down his last garment with her mouth. Her. She was snoring quite loudly, having obviously passed out from too much alcohol.A breath caught in Karen's throat as she gazed at her naked, drunken mother. She was gorgeous, at least from the backside, which was Karen's favorite part of a woman's body anyway.Karen had only recently learned the pleasures of lesbianism and had become a dedicate scat lover. Her experience with her best friends mother, Katrina Richards, had taught her that the exchange of human waste was the most intimate of. ’Damn! Leave it Charles to get right to the heart of the opportunity. I don’t know why this was such an issue with me. I was happy being the slave and I kept up with collar nights every three days even after I had satisfied my commitment to being cuckqueaned three times by three different women. I guess I had been hoping to at least hold tight to my goal despite the price it had cost me. But I still had two other goals. I wanted to inspire Charles to begin again to perform cunnilingus on me. I. Edward, the horrible cunt, had a way of saying obvious things like they were fragments of ancient Tibetan wisdom that he was sharing with his bone headed flock. It was one of the many reasons that he was such a horrible cunt."Oh." Kitty said, looking over to the stovetop.Franklin cringed.The eggs were lying in runny white and orange blob, uncooked, in a pan."Well, that's just perfect, gang. Just perfect." The cunt uttered.II. Edward, now and forever known as the Horrible Cunt by his adopted son.