Since long ago I had decided to bury my slut personality that was so much of my youth and now tonight is was resurfacing, I needed to know. Did my hus...and want a slut or his pure and chaste wife of before? "Stan, have you ever wished your fantasies to come true?" What are you asking Geri. Do I want to witness the ravaging of my wife by another man?"I did not answer him. I waited for his answer. He needed to make up his own mind and answer from his heart. After a long silence where the only. Spreading my little rain cloud wherever I went."I'd like to come over, after the game tonight if it's not too late," I said."I doubt she'll even be here, Travis," Mary Jane said. "She hasn't been home a single night since she got back from Toronto."Oh, shit."Ask her to call me. Tell her I said please." I'll ask her, but I doubt she'll call you." This is so stupid!" Yeah." Okay. Listen, Mary Jane, keep after her -- please, about calling me -- but I'm coming over on Sunday evening anyway. It's an. Some girls professed to be disgusted by the whole thing, but the majority were at first curious but then downright fascinated by it, as a strange new trend spread through the school, girls becoming extremely open about their bowel movements with each other, some even professing to trying and liking it, an now being full blown poo eaters. Some girls still acted like they found the whole thing a little icky, but soon the toilets were full of girls cheekily entering stalls together and returning. I wanted to keep up the tension for him too, at least until my own excitement had cooled down a bit. So I started to play with him again very softly. Much to my surprise it took only seconds to put new life into his love-tool and it all started over again. Three times in a row it happened that night and it was long after midnight when I finally let him loose and sent him to the bathroom to clean himself up -- but only after I had luxuriated in the tub for quite some time while he was still.