In the centre of the table was a silver platter with a perfect brown turd on it, next to it was a jug containing a mixture of cum and cunt juice warme... up as a sauce.We all cut ourselves a piece of the turd and covered it with sauce. I had never eaten turd before but it seemed the right thing to round off this glorious feast so I gobbled it down and didn’t mind the taste at all. I especially liked the sauce, the mixture of cum and cunt juice was lovely and I licked every last drop from my. .”That’s when I remembered I had agreed to keep an eye out for Bree this weekend, not that she needed much watching knowing she would spend most of the weekend in our apartment complex’s pool. “Of course it’s not a problem” I told her as I kept walking towards my room to get out of my work clothes.When I came back out a few minutes later after changing into shorts and a shirt I grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked over to sit down. I picked up Bree’s feet and sat down putting them into. Suddenly my jaw felt his cock push a little further. His tip stretching my mouth a little more as his blood flow caused its swelling to enlarge a bit more. The small grunt he was giving was deafening to my mind. Then he pushed it harder and I felt the stretching cause even more pain in my jaw when the tip hit the back of my throat. I have a small mouth, it was not even reaching half way down his shaft. It pushed against my back wall and caused me to gag. That gag was interrupted when suddenly. “How about the food? Turkey and all the trimmings?” asked Mel. Tracy laughed. “Ha, no. Mom’s talked about taking up a lot of different foods but never turkey. I mean, really, a giant bird like a turkey? Holidays are when we go all ethnic and shit. Somebody might bring a turkey, but probably more stuff you’d never recognize. I think we’ll be more likely to have tamales than turkey. Can you believe it?”Tamales. Sure, why not, though Mel was more used to thinking of tamales as a Christmas treat.