No response at all. Nervous that we would be busted for stealing alcohol I tried harder, still no response. My brain engaged as I realised the potent...al opportunity.I assessed the situation concluding that I was relatively safe this being the part of the house where the family lived. Drinks party guests were unlikely to snoop around. The house was old with creaky floorboards that would alert me to anyones presence in time to escape.I lay down on the sofa with my head towards her so I could. Immediately, my mother began to scoop it up and drink it like chocolate from a fountain. She rubbed it into her boobs and gargled it, sicked it up onto the floor and then began to poop herself. Hers came out in long, sausage-like logs. She threw one at me and we both laughed and rolled around on the floor. The bouts of diarrhoea and poops continued for about half and hour, and during this time we were in too much agony to do much more than kiss, but once the shitting had died down, we began. Pardner licked harder and harder, whining, digging once more against her thighs. Barbara was going mad with sensation, babbling, rolling her head from side to side as her cousin's finger fucked her. And all along Pardner was licking her, driving his tongue into her fuzzy cunt as he had done before.And then it was gone! Barbara opened her eyes, having felt the big German shepherd pulling his tongue from her cunt. He was staring at Christina, his eyes riveted to her swollen pussy. The brunette. “Betty, we are already two months behind on the rent,” Tom admitted. “We needed cash to pay for the new tires on your car. I couldn’t let you drive on them anymore; they were bald.”Betty looked at Tom and saw genuine worry. “So, what do we do now?” she asked.A gentleman sitting in the next booth leaned over and said, “You can always sell her pussy.”Tom frowned and said, “Dude, mind your own business.”The man said, “I’d pay a lot of money to tap that. So would a lot of other guys. You’re sitting.