Just as we were getting out, she asked what time Katie was due to be interviewed and I replied 1.45. We had gone back into our bedroom, still chattin... but all about Katie, wondering how much she’d altered in the years that we’d not seen her and whether she was as shy now as she was back then. Isabella looked down at me as I sat on the bed trying to decide what to wear and laughed. “You’re so wet Jo, your pussy is dribbling!” She was right, I’d been turned on all morning and despite having. At that point my mind was trying to tell me something was wrong but I could not at that second bring it to mind.We started very slowly, but soon we started to get a rhythm and our tempo picked up. Her moans got a little louder and then she let her weight drop completely and just sat still. She came in a rush and just let go panting and whispering "Oh my God." I kept thrusting, although softer and at a much slower pace than before. Then after only a couple of minutes of this,she screamed with. And I can feel your shit everywhere. Damn did you ever need to shit! You must have wanted me to fist you when you needed to shit." No, no. I swear to you. I didn't realize that I needed to shit." Oh look, it's starting to come out now. It's all brown and slimy. Just for that..." and Helga slammed her fist in up to her forearm. "There, cunt, do you feel all that! You *should* feel that, I have your asshole stretched out 4 inches now." I never thought that I would have my poor asshole stretched. He was still careful around us both. He tolerated us because we took care of him. however he didn’t really have a strong bond with us.I seriously felt as though one day, after he healed and gained a few pounds, he would just be gone. I would miss him, but if that was what he needed to do, so be it. Hondo would never wear a collar or leash as long as he stayed with me.“So why did you name him Hondo?” Elanor asked.“My dad was a huge John Wayne fan. He took me to see the movie Hondo based on a.