"Ohhhh fuck me grandad. Fuck me please." Amanda clung to her legs, her hands behind her knees, holding them back over her shoulders. His cock slipped...easily into her swollen vagina. Deep, deep until his balls rested against her thighs. He looked down into her perfect face, her firm breasts exposed to the soft light of a clear full moon, golden hair spread over the bed. "Ohhhhh," she sighed. "That feels soooooo good." Gently at first his body rose and fell, almost withdrawing his massive length. He had to get his crews started on other units first. Marsha and I walked around and took note of a couple of minor things that would need some touch up. Overall, it looked good, and they had moved the furniture into place and removed the boxes. You could tell the cleaners had been back as the dust was all gone. Marsha thanked me for my help. She led me into her bedroom and we broke in her new bed. She was much louder without her daughter next door and without Helene on her face. Afterwards we. Anyone who'd eaten from her would be hooked onto her shit. It wasn't only the amazing taste or the aroma or the copious quantity of shit she produced that made a difference. It was her commitment and devotion to the art of defecating. It was her deep love. When she shitted, she did it with tremendous love and devotion. She treated every turd as her child. She'd carefully lay them in neat shapes, caress them, kiss them, lick them. Her turds were labour of love for her. Like her baby. She'd very. The bricks did make some noise as they began to break apart under the attack of the beams of energy, and that attracted the notice of several aliens. Aha! Now I had a plethora of targets.I picked an alien somewhat arbitrarily as it leaned across the roof coping. I took careful aim and fired at its head. The moment its head disappeared in a cloud of green blood and smoke, I switched to another alien and popped it, too. Unfortunately for me, that was the end of my immediate targets as the other.