" Are you sure? I know this means a lot to you." It's fine. It was worth the cost of a PS5 but it's not worth causing yougrief over it." That's...very...sweet of you." I sniffled. "Thank you." Don't mention it. But for the record, you wouldn't have embarrassedeither of us. I stand by my statement that you would give any girl at theprom a run for their money."I blushed again. God, I was such a sucker for sweet talk. "You know,you're the best stepbrother anyone could ask for."Brad made a strange. Using the stalking skills I had learned in scouts, Icame out of my cover bent at the waist and approached the rear of thecar. Close by the open window the sounds were more distinct and I wascertain they were doing it. I raised my head, ever so slowly, partly hiddenby the frame of the rear window. I took a big risk and looked in thewindow, just a quick look and slid back down.The action in the back seat was of a horizontal nature, the girl on thebottom and the boy on top. He was naked from the. There I go again, being guided by my dick. That has never turned out well. What the hell, why not? I'll shoot them an email. Can't hurt. They aren't going to choose an old fuck like me anyhow.Dear Human Toilet Project: I am 65 years old and retired. I am very interested in discovering the roots of a man's desire to consume a woman's waste. I would love to contribute to your research in any way I can. You can decide for yourselves if I would be a suitable toilet. All I can say is that I am. The man was happy she had let him in on this world of hers and was so glad that she had chosen him as worthy on his own merit – even if it did take a week until she let him chat with her. He now had to find a way to truly intrigue her and keep her interest, so they could have the adventure he wanted so to be played out. He moved his hand tentatively up to rub her inner thighs, Claire did part her legs as he did, and let out a quiet sign. She moved her right hand below the desk and stroked his.