One little sentence, and now she just knew that Marcus now felt under pressure from her, awkward and maybe even obligated towards her."Oh why did I te...l him that I love him ... now it's going to be impossible working with him, I'll need to find another job;" she murmured softly, "we both agreed that working together would be difficult if we developed a personal relationship..." She smiled to herself suddenly, as she stopped at the foot of the stairs. "Maybe that's the answer?"She walked. She was currently engaged in a spit swapping contest, her tongue deep in his mouth and his in hers, both darting in and out, enmeshing and poking, their saliva's mixing and being swallowed, sexy to observe, but fucking frustrating when a mouth looks like a wet cunt and a tongue acts like a fucking cock.I am standing off to the side while they are locked in sexual combat, if only her husband could see her right now, fucking cow, I bet a thermometer in her cunt would read 100 degrees, lol, listen. Even though I was concerned that I had too many margaritas and knew I'd lose more than just my great insurance rate if I were to be pulled over. I wasn't drunk, but I was sure I was over the legal limit. Please, don't misunderstand, I don't usually drink and drive, but the restaurant is close to my apartment, and I didn't want to have to rescue my car the next morning.As I headed into my apartment, and shut the door behind me, I felt a presence in my apartment that shouldn't be there.. I could feel that my tongue is touching a soft material inside her ass hole which was hot inside. I sensed that it should be her shit. I decided to have a taste of my own sisters hot shit.By that time she said that “Thambi, I feel like shitting. And I am about to shit in your mouth. So, remove your tongue”. But I decided to enjoy more of her shit.Akka, don’t worry, If you feel like shitting, just go on inside my mouth”.She asked me “what you will do with my shit”. I said, “I will eat your.