Gram got up and headed downstairs.Mom let another big fart and I knelt down to sniff it all up.It was a nice heady aroma not spicy and sharp like a we... shit but more of a firm shit smell my favorite. Gram appeared about 2 mins later carrying a hospital commode.I thought about this last night after we all went to sl**p.I remembered we got this for dad when he was sick in bed right before he passed.Yea Mom said Id forgot we had that downstairs.The commode was like a chair with a toilet seat and a. I stared at that huge pair of melons for quite a bit, in the meanwhile, she texted asking for the reviews.She: Did you like it?Me: Awesome.She: What do you think?Me: Wanna milk those, I’m hard under.She: You naughty.Me: I’m serious.I sent her a pic of my tent.She: That’s huge.Me: It is. Wanna see it?She: Kinda.Me: You first…That day we shared almost 10-15 pics but with the clothes on, but that was enough to keep us charged. Several nights passed by with those hot chats…It was Monday morning…The. Or a secretive smile would cross their lips. It was almost bizarre if you had known them on Earth.Debbie had been granted her desire. She was so bubbly the next morning! She managed not to say anything about what happened but it was obviously all she could have hoped for. Debbie had started the experience of the training center the day after — I understand Mom was her guide there. The center seems to have been rough on her — no shock that — but she did recover, and more tightly bound than ever. She was felling week. I stopped smooching for a while and began kissing each other’s neck, cheeks, ahhh it was a wonderful feeling. I was kissing her passionately. Then my hands slid down and I slowly started pulling her saree up, with one finger feeling her legs as I was pulling her saree up. She was starting to slow down realizing as to what she and I were doing. She stopped me once again and said “No, dear please, this is wrong, please” She began pushing me away, but I was not ready to quit..