“We need to talk,” said Rashida.“About what?”“You’ve been here almost a week, lying around like a lump, not doing anything.”“Should I ...e doing something?”Khozem came out fully dressed.“First of all, call the university and tell them you’re safe. They must be worried.”“I don’t want to talk to them.”“If they don’t hear from you, they’ll call your father.”“Let them call...”“Let’s try this using that tiny brain of yours. See, you won’t get into trouble. I will.”“Nonsense. They have no clue where. When the syringe was buried a few inches deep in Katrina, Gretchen began to push inward on the plunger, depositing her own teenage shit into her mother's bowels.Katrina's eyes widened as she felt her daughter's warm shit fill her anal cavity. She could feel the mass of waste as it oozed into her, spreading the sensitive walls of her shit tube. Gretchen watched with wicked delight as her shit disappeared into her mother's body and the glass tube emptied.When she pushed the last bit of her. She started bucking up and down riding his finger while he continued to nibble on her clit. He then slid a second finger into her wet hole. That was all it took as Stacy began to convulse in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Steve lapped up all her juices that flowed out of her and placed his fingers by her mouth. She had never tasted herself, but took both fingers in and greedily sucked her juices off her fingers. Stacy then said to Scott that it was his turn.He looked up at her, licked. When he came back into the room, he took his clothes off too, got under the covers, and laid down beside me and started caressing me. It felt so good but sort of scary. One, I had never had a hand other than my own, touch me. It felt strange and wonderful. And, I didn't want their daughter to come in on us. After a while, my body responded to his gentle touches and he got on top of me and spread my legs apart. I liked the attention so I let him have his way with me. He took his fingers and.