After all, no sense in walking the 25 yards or so back to the bucket. I hit the trunk release as I got out intending to pick up the bucket and chunk i... into the back of the car.As I reached for the bucket, I heard a pathetic whining sound coming from said bucket. With a bit of unusual caution, I stood back up and approached the bucket and looked down into it. Damn. There in the bottom of the bucket was a very emaciated puppy. Being the sucker I am, I gently picked up the starving puppy and held. Before I went to sleepevery night I would lubricate my favorite vibrator and screw myselfwhile masturbating and fantasizing that I was being sexually takenby my "husband". Oh, I was so lonely for a man to share my bed withme; to treat me as a real woman. During the day I would dress fully in panties and matching bra,supple bra pads, matching full slip, garters and sheer nylonstockings, coordinated blouses and skirts. I would always bemeticulously made up, including my nails and eyes. My wig. The good side of the festival was that she met her future husband. After observing several men in a row injecting their shafts and juice into her body with little response from her, he assisted her from the mat, where she was laying with legs widespread in invitation, to a more private place. He brought her food and water and a cloth to clean herself. He slept by her side and she gave him an oral release when they awoke. Her pussy was too sore for anything more. They began a personal and sexual. Can I do it again? Maybe in a while we have many many weeks and years to learn all the pleasures of kinky sex so dont worry you will have plenty of those comeing.Now be a good boy and clean up grandmas poop from the floor sweety.With that her and Mom left the bathroom. I carefully scooped up her poop and dropped it into the pot and then cleaned up the tile and flushed it away.My hands still smelled like poop after I washed them but I didnt care I liked it. Mom and grandma were sitting on the.