Even I could not bear that smell, but Parth was sitting and sucking amazingly. His mouth was obviously so close to my asshole from where we shit. He w...s enjoying that. And I was enjoying more than him.I was done shitting and wanted to wash it now.I don’t know how, why and when this ugly thought strike my mind that I came up with a dirtier idea. I said, “Should I wash my ass or would you like to clean it by rimming?”I was shocked at what I just said. Even Parth was taken aback. He did not utter. I wandered through the smoke filled room and seated myself at the bar."What can I get you?" The bartender asked."Shot of whiskey and a beer chaser." I answered.I looked around the room. There were men playing pool as the smoke hung over the pool table like clouds. You could hear the cracking of the pool balls over the music.Onstage a dancer was dancing to Elmore James 'Shake Your Moneymaker.' She was captivating as she did her thing.Finally, about two beers later, I could hear the distinct. ”“This hurt us being friends, didn’t it?” she asked, regret filling her voice.“Beth, I haven’t felt like we were friends in any of this. I don’t know what we are, but as of an hour ago, I assumed that I wasn’t going to hear back from you ever again. I was starting to get around to being okay with that thought. I have the people at the gym, I have my support group, and I have work ... for now. I know you’ve encouraged me to get on with life, but honestly, do you even know how impossible a task. It was so much more sensual than Billy's frantic fuck, in spite of all of Billy's empty words of love. Drivin' real slow gets you home pretty fast..The line from a song from one of the bands that Mom liked flitted through my mind, too relevant to be ignored, too irrelevant to interfere. That little bit of the song repeated itself over and over in my head, the message and the pounding drum track impossibly intensifying the sensations between my legs, hurrying my orgasm along.My hand tangled.