My body is shaking from the orgasm I am about to have. I can feel it pulsing through me as though it will shatter me into a thousand pieces. I do not...remember him releasing me or removing the hood, but he must have because now I am on the floor, kneeling in front of the bench and he is telling me to lick her pussy. I am not sure who she is, or where she came from but I do not hesitate. My face is buried deep within her pussy. My mouth pulling at her clit as my tongue runs over it again and. I can feel him swallowing. Swallowing and sucking at my tongue. Iimagine he wants the super deluxe breakfast special, don't you? With a side of hash browns? And don't you love the way those Americansonly make you pay for the first cup of coffee. The fingers of my left hand are in both our mouths. Then his alone. I'mwatching him suck his cum off my fingers. It is such a lovely sight. I'mpushing my cummy wet fingers in and out of his lovely pretty mouth, likeI'm fucking it, and I want to put. Every hour without fail the pipe, flooded full to bursting with hundreds of gallons of pure shit, was blasted through with compressed air to loosen any blockages, and it was due any minute. With his hand on the pipe, he could feel the rumble building up. Like a steam train shooting through a tunnel, his whole body felt the vibrations from the pressure as the pipe strained to contain its cargo. The old pipes were Victorian and would not take much to fracture, which was exactly what he had hoped. "Hello, Clara," Patrick said, feeling self-consciousabout wearing Anna's dress."Hello, Patrick," Clara said, "has Anna got you wearingher clothes already?" It was his idea," Anna protested."Is that right, Patrick?" I guess it was," he laughed. "Is it okay that we switchedclothes?" I don't see why not, but you'll have to check with Mrs.Winthrop." Come on, Patrick," Anna said, "I want to show you therest of the house." She pulled on Patrick's arm and hefollowed after her."Maybe we should switch.