”“Is that a cow?” he asked.“Yes,” said Sister Megan. “Let it out, would you?”Father Cameron walked over to the door, opened it, and the...cow entered the room. Sister Megan walked into the closet, grabbed a handful of cow shit, and threw it at Father Cameron’s face. He licked it off and grinned. She coated his body in it, smearing the dung on his back, arms, and legs. He put some between her boobs and on her ass, a delicious chocolate-y coating.Sister Megan rubbed her shit-smeared boobs in. You sign the form acknowledging receipt of the package and look at the address... Not too far away, and it is to be delivered directly to Sarah Palin. "Huh," you mutter. "this should be interesting..."Across town, Sarah Palin is fuming. Pacing back and forth in the office she is renting while her staff plans her Presidential bid, she clenches her fists as she talks to her lead PR rep."I'VE HAD IT!" Sarah bellowed. "I'm tired of Todd sticking his pecker in anything that moves... it was bad. 'I'll start with your prostate. Is that all right? You're over forty so we should be looking at it every year from now on.' 'Okay.' Not that it mattered. Already the blue glove was on her one hand and the lube tube was in her other. 'Lie on your side, facing the wall, knees to your chest please.' Latex fingers spread my cheeks and there was a quick squirt of cold lube, followed by a probing finger. It felt surprisingly good and it wasn't just a simple push. There was a bit of a twirl and a bit. Her body entranced him, his need to posses this creature was overwhelming. He found the delicate flower of her womanhood and was overcome with the need to stroke her with tenderness to watch her as she moaned for his touch as she arched for him to give her more. Her body wept with the sweet juice of her increasing desire and with each stroke of his touch his tongue she moaned louder and arched into him higher. He had to taste this creature to savor the sweetness that was there, to feel her.