Following the example made by Claire's mum Carol, all the the other mothers in the group had taken to feeding their daughters their own poo, something...they were all overjoyed about, even adopting Carol's method of getting the girls to bag their poo at school and bring it home to be fed later. Although it was never unusual for the girls to accompany each other to the toilet they would now attend together in order to help bag in zip lock bags each others poo. Sometimes the excitement would get. He bent down and pressed his mouth against my upper breasts; I sighed as he started nibbling and sucking at my sloping cleavage. His tongue pressed out and he tickled me softly with it; I felt his mouth easing down as he lifted my breast with his hand. He pressed his tongue against my hard nipple and I gasped in pleasure; he started licking it around the very top of my demi- bra and I squirmed, pulling my hand away from his cock and lifting my arms over my head, laying back and letting him. She sat down in the middle and leanedback on one elbow. Her other hand hiked up the tight skirt. It pulledaside the silky, wet, panties. She started rubbing her clitoris, gently,sensuously. Her other hand reached for the silk blouse. Undoing the topbuttons, she pulled the white cup lower, until her nipple was free. Shestarted massaging her breast. Moans and sighs of pleasure escaped herluscious lips. She began to grind her hips on the table in rhythm withthe hand in her crotch. Soon, milk. “Can you help me do that?”“How do you propose I do that, Diana?”“I get in the shower for a moment, wouldn’t that work?”“This is a very dangerous game you are playing, young lady,” I said.“Whatever do you mean?” she said walking into her bathroom.I got a towel, in case she goes through with this, and she started her shower.She stepped in and everything started getting wet, showing the nipples she knew would happen, but it also showed she needed to shave.I picked up my phone and took a picture.