We were both topless now, and this time he pulled me into his arms as we felt bare skin on our chests for the first time. My nipples were hard, and th... sensation of his chest hair on them made them feel wonderful. My lover was a hairy ape while I was as devoid of hair as possible all over my body except on my head where I had a luxurious crown of black Indian hair. In my mind, he was a Mangani while I was his Tarmangani she, in the language of Tarzan the Ape Man. I pushed his head down toward. At lunchtime poo was the number one topic amongst Claire's group of friends, they all showed off the naughty smelly lunches their mothers had all packed them, poo sandwiches and poo banana substitutes were all the rage. While they all knew about the special lunches that Claire had always brought to school and had always been curious and a bit jealous of them, they never would have thought their mothers would do the same thing for them. That was until Claire's party, where they had all been. I covered myself and turned over. She reached under the covers and gently scratched me all over my scrotal region. It felt so good that I let a sigh escape my lips. On cue, she moved up to my shaft and began massaging there. I whispered that that wasn’t what I meant. She responded that my swelling member didn’t seem to mind. She was right. I said it felt good, but I didn’t have any lube.She went into the bathroom and came out with baby oil and petroleum jelly, which she mixed together and. Most of the time, she would say “no“, that it was only a fantasy, but sometimes, when she was really turned on, she would say “yes“.So, it was with this little tidbit of knowledge, that I set about hatching my plan. I knew it would be a huge risk, but regardless of the outcome, I knew our love for each other would remain steadfast. Our k**s had made plans for the upcoming weekend, so I knew Friday night was wide open.My plan was to blindfold Bonnie, tie her to the bed, and bring a “stranger“.