When her finger found resistance, she pushed back at it, then pulled her brown stained finger from Gretchen's warm shit oven.All three watched in awe ...s Gretchen's tiny puckering hole bulged outward and then relaxed. The girl pushed down again and her tiny scat hole opened widely, revealing the end of a very firm and very fat turd."Hold it there, sweetheart. Don't push any further!" Katrina said, staring hungrily at the large brown lump that protruded from her daughter's asshole.Gretchen. I didn’t think day traders were a thing yet, but I could easily see how to make that effectively work for me with minimal hassle and effort. I didn’t want to spend all my time watching stocks, but I wouldn’t have to do that to make this idea work.If I wanted to, I could very easily spend a day doing fun temporary things that I knew would be lost. Hell, maybe I can take up fishing. Any enjoyable hobby would work to pass the time. After the market had closed for the day, I could spend a little. She was a genuine soul who rarely asked anything of me that I didn’t give to her freely, therefore when she did want something, she got it. I wanted for her to have her child, to live in that moment that I knew she dreamed of. I never liked the idea of keeping secrets from her. It’s just not who I am. I did, however, make one exception. As I was driving home from the hardware store one afternoon I noticed a sign sitting high off of the shoulder of the road. It had a picture of a woman holding a. I can't say why I just stepped right in front of her so that my cock pointed directly at her, resting my thighs against the edge of the bed, close enough for my cockhead to nearly touch the matted hair that concealed her face as she hung it down towards the bed again to endure another convulsion, but as soon as she snapped her head back up to toss the hair away from her face and gasp for air again, it was the first thing she saw, and her eyes locked onto it. She vocalized, something like "oh".