" She shouted, "Wendolyn! Where you, Too?" I'm in the kitchen, mom." Too came out of the swinging door at the back, she was drying her hands on a towe.... "I just put the meatlo ... holy shit, mom. Tim said you looked young, but, My God, Girl ... let me look at you. Junior?!? Come down here." Aw mom, do I have to?" an extremely familiar voice echoed down the stairway next to the kitchen door. "I've almost won!!" It's your Gramma Wendy, Junior ... be prepared for a shock." Too hollered up the. Its deepest obsessions with shit surfaced in full-bloom displayed right in front of Shit Master as I ate my own dump off the floor. I felt a rush of heated lust as Master instantly recognized our flurry of the darkest urges now surfaced; this male shit god barked he’d not had a bowel movement in three days. Faggot's shit-eating compulsion comes alive during another man’s bowel movement and seizes control. Shit Master told it that since it wasn’t worthy as yet to devour his turd, nonetheless. She grew louder and louder, and Paul had to close his eyes and visualize what she looked like with her ass in the air, her mouth open, and her body shaking as she started to cum.He adjusted his cock through his slacks and took a deep breath. “You want me to tell you to cum, Nadine?”“Yesssss,” she hissed before resuming her fellatio upon the unknown male.“It’s not Joey, is it?”“Muhhh, no it isn’t!”Paul hung up before he or she said another word. That girl isn’t right upstairs, he thought and. She knew as Ashok’s creative juices flowed through her tongue, Ashok would get his stimulation to write more stories.Bharat was actually proud of Ashok. From a wimpy employee to a man who gets sucked by a colleague, Ashok had grown. Bharat invited Ashok to a dinner party at his house. He wanted Ashok and his wife Savita to mingle with more employees from the office.Ashok knew this party might land him a promotion. He wanted everything to be perfect. He even advised Savita to not mess up.