I've had my arse and mouth fucked by a dog and sometimes even ate dog shit while my arse was being fucked but I admit dog shit really does taste disgu...ting but I enjoyed it because the person who fucked me and asked me to eat it was really excited watching me but I've enjoyed eating horse shit because thats quite nice because all shit is good shit when its in my mouth and I’m eating it and I would love to find a couple of cock hating lesbians who would take turns shitting in my mouth as they. What had happened was too goofy to explain in any way that sounded believable. It was almost seven AM and Mom's shower wouldn't spray hot water. It had been giving her a little trouble and she meant to have it fixed fix it, but ... My mother's basic philosophy was, "If it kind of works, keep using it till it's broke all the way, then fix it."The stupid shower had a bad mixing valve. The hot water side of the valve got plugged up a bit at a time until finally it wouldn't spray any hot water at. This could get interesting! Ogling my aunt was the same as ogling my mother and I had a sudden wish for my mother to be there with us to double my pleasure…Another stroke of luck came my way when Aunt Ellen requested another card. “Hit me she said.”Giggling inside, I passed her another card. “30.” I said. “Tough luck!” I smiled.Aunt Ellen grimaced. “Shit.” She mumbled. Standing up, she undid the tie at her neck and slipped the thin summer dress off. It landed on a heap at her feet. She sat back. Elsewhere, the stroking of penises has become more intense, though in many cases slower as concentration demands control. No one wants to follow the youngster’s misfortune. In their midst, copulation aspires almost to a form of art. The couple have an intuitive anticipation of every move, every subtle change of angle, every tiny variation of tempo or pressure. One is reminded of two grand masters at the opening of a game of chess, each move eliciting a preordained response. Or of ballet dancers.