She moaned and held my hands tight. I turned her around and pulled her towards me and moved my lips towards her. She closed her eyes. I touched her lo...er lip with the tip of my tongue. The touch made her shiver. I moved my tongue over her lips and kissed her lips with mine. She opened her mouth slightly and I kissed her passionately pushing my tongue in and held her tightly. The kiss became more passionate as the time grew and my hand moved on to her boobs and started pressing her. She moaned. When she shitted, she did it with tremendous love and devotion. She treated every turd as her child. She'd carefully lay them in neat shapes, caress them, kiss them, lick them. Her turds were labour of love for her. Like her baby. She'd very slowly slice them in small pieces and feed her lesbian lovers. Like a mother feeding her loving baby some delicious candy. Sometimes, she directly defecated in her lovers' mouth and in such cases, she'd take ages to prepare her lovers to receive her filth.. Score!!See, I know how to steal things, especially if they leave me a key and tell me where the treasure is, I laughed to myself. And the irony of running out of my house without any panties. Well, now I have some ha, ha. I slid off her big bed and pulled on her boy shorts to cover my smooth mound. I then walked over to her full length mirror and removed my hoodie. I was transfixed by the reflection staring back at me. Ok, I am sexy too, I thought. I loved the way her underwear hugged me, so. My hubby stepped forward clearly glad it was finally his turn. He positioned himself between my legs just where his father had been seconds before as he pressed his cock into me and it slid in effortlessly. I was surprised how small Charles felt after just having his dad in me. Usually there was an hour or more between them and my pussy wasn’t stretched anymore. Today it was stretched out and I struggled to feel sensations as Charles pumped in and out of me.“how does her stretched pussy feel.