Brushing back a lock of teal hair, she sighed again, this time a little deeper. Pulling her phone from the nightstand and looking at the time, ten th...rty, she dialed a familiar number. After a few rings a tired voice answered,“Hello?”“I need you to come over.”“Ever heard of taking care of yourself?”“That takes concentration, and I need a distraction.” The other line sighed, “Be there in a minute.”Miku hung up and awaited for her distraction to arrive.The yelling eventually quieted and there. Well there was no going back now, people would know and they would have seen me with another man. To remove any shadow of doubt he dropped his towel and put it over his arm to show his sex body and undid and pulled off my robe so I too was naked in front of them. My man took my arm and he beckoned me to join him in a shower cubicle. I had never been in a shower with another person before and it was cramped but I felt very sexy and the whole atmosphere was charged by eroticism. In front of me he. 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. Walking close to the frightened young girl placeing his hand on her nude back Do you have any idea what this machine was about to do to you? he asks, now standing in front of her looking into her eyes. Moving her head side to side while keeping eye contact with the young man No she replied quietly. the Jessica 3000 was designed and built by me to be a live impalement machine for women to be spit roasted, meaning whoever rides this beautiful machine would be imapaled vagina to mouth and then.