I asked her what is need of marriage she said for cooking and washing clothes. I asked that it. She said what else I told her there is some thing a ve...y useful with the wife she asked me is that so important. I told her that I cant tell her with word. She forced me tell. I slowly moved toward her she was wearing shirt and skirt I put my hand on her shoulder and said that let us imagine for some time we were wife and husband she accepted it I asked her to turn around and see what I show. I. Do you remember that old Teddy bear you had? "Mr. Fluffy" is what you called him. Do you remember I washed him once, just because you had carried him everywhere for years, and he was dirty and smelled bad? And because I put him in the washing machine a part of him ripped and some of the stuffing came out? You cried and cried and said, "Fix him, Mommy. Fix Mr. Fluffy!"? I had to sew him back together, remember? I feel like Mr. Fluffy right now, all soft and insubstantial inside.But I can't tell. Now Jane had the emerging turd cupped in her hand. She started to push it out, the monstrous beast curling onto her hand. It was very large though, and a couple of bits broke off and descended with a splat onto Peter’s face. Mary was shooting more Polaroids. She then put down the camera as Jane moved around with the turd in her hands.“Give it to me Jane!”Mary held out her hands and received the dark, stinking gift.“Massage Peter?”The two women knelt down beside. It ddin’t take long to start playing. We both knew why we where together and we couldn’t wait to start. I had John strip and lay down on the couch. I start with running my hands over his chest. He had a great body. I loved touching him. My hands moved lower. I looked at John’s face and smiled. I ran my fingers very lightly up the underside of his shaft. John moaned lightly and I felt his cock jump. I then ran my fingers down the top side. John seemed to love it. I used a very light touch..