She looked at me, smothered in dad's cream, at mom, who'd by now lowered her legs into a more comfortable position, yet none the less still naked, car...ssing herself. I patted the couch next to me, showing Jenn where I wanted her. She sat, turned to hug me, and hesitated remembering I was covered in dad's cum. "Do you always cum that much Mr...........", my father put his fingers to her mouth stopping her. "If you call me Mr. again, this isn't going to happen Jenny. Call me Roger, Rog, anything. The third part, which was fully in control, was entirely in lust with him. She wanted to eat him up, suck him dry, fuck him silly, all of the above times twenty. He was a few inches shorter than her, but he was randier than an army of billy goats, and as sexy as any man she’d lusted after. The bronzed muscles had the natural look of someone who works for a living, and not the artificial look of a steroid hungry bodybuilder. She kissed him this time, savoring his full lips, and feeling his. Then it began eating shit in the parks from strange men regularly, getting ass fucked and drinking their piss. It’s preoccupation with men’s piss and shit increased with each sex encountered as it ate more shit from men now almost every sex date. Men seemed to intuit that it was a shit-eater and fed it shit more often now without even asking it first. It’s obsession with shit-eating reached an apex when a spontaneous "initiation" occurred one New Year's Eve. Two men tied it up nude in a dingy. I thought we might go to Azuma in Chiffley. I’ll call for a booking.”“Wonderful. Something else I don’t have to think about!”The week passed quickly. Patrick paid another visit to the Tobin Centre on Tuesday.Rachel had extended the dinner group, as a surprise for Patrick. When they arrived at Azuma, six were awaiting them: Gordy and Winnie, Henry and Sarah, and Al and Sayuri. “tanjoubi omedetou gozaimasu, Patrick-san,” was her greeting.“She said, ‘happy birthday’,” Rachel translated.“Dōmo.