She cleaned her shit hole with the toilet paper and flushed the bowl. Now I sat on the commode to shit. She came to me and pushed her pussy to my mout.... I licked her and drank her pee. It was not much, as she had already peed while shitting. "Are you satisfied now?" She asked me."Yes mom. But I want more than this. I want to explore the way from where I came to this world." I said wiping my shit hole with the toilet paper."Didn't you explore with your tongue?" She said."Yes, but I feel that. Now, she wastired too.She didn't like it. Not one damn bit. And when she looked at Patrick,she could see the years beginning to catch up with him. Yes, he stillhad his wavy blonde hair, his chiseled jaw, his muscular frame; but toomuch hard living was taking its toll, inside, if not outside.The majority of visitors to the Palace were men, but they were used toentertaining single women and couples as well. In fact, it had beenStephanie's idea to make it their primary vacation destination. She. A moment was all it took to slide the concrete lid in place. He filled in the hole over the lid and for good measure planted a small shrub he'd dug up from the end of a row of similar shrubs. He turned on the garden hose, wetting down the filled hole from the transplanted shrub and watering the rest of the row. While the water ran he broke the old shovel handle across the edge of the burn barrel letting the blade and about a foot of handle fall into the fire. He tossed in the remainder of. Wow!When that run-through was complete, a burst of applause exploded behind us. Mom and Dad had wandered in. The two of them, along with Chrissy, had been watching in amazement."Pat, Eileen, that was simply gorgeous!" gushed Mom, bursting with pride.Dad added, "You two should record that one!"We performed it a couple more times, for our very appreciative audience, then I put an end to the mini-concert."My voice is getting hoarse," I rationalized, waving off all requests for one more encore."Now.