"It would be embarrassing to you, but not serious enough, probably." Well, it's a start, I bet. I'd be willing..." Teela offered.Jean smiled. "It's so...ething to think about, Dear. Shall we?" She led the younger woman back to the living room.Things had settled down somewhat. Terence wasn't crying any more -- something unexpected in a guy so large and generally forbidding. Lon and Sally were whispering to each other -- but the subject was anybody's guess. Candace had throttled her impatience and. ‘Are you ready?’ He didn’t speak, he just nodded. Maureen brought her feet up, so they were resting on the edge of the chair, then she spread her knees apart. Tommy gasped when her pubic hair came into sight. Maureen slid her hands down outside her legs, then underneath. Her fingers were either side of her opening. ‘Are you ready Tommy? I’m going to pull myself open.’ He gasped even louder, when Maureen pulled the lips of her vagina fully open. Tommy sat there without speaking, Maureen. "Hope your new and improved biceps are up to the task. We've got a big pile of dung we need to shovel in twenty minutes."I sighed. "Ah, shit."As one might expect, the worst thing about manure is the smell. The stuff isn't particularly heavy, and there were far more exhausting things we could be assigned to in this place. Personally, I would much rather shovel manure than clean the bathrooms or do kitchen work.But of course, there was the smell. Hang around the crap long enough and it feels like. I did not keep my palm but only fingers. But it gave immense pleasure and enjoyment. For me I was on the cloud nine. But now I laugh at my innocence and callousness of my enjoyment.This continued for a few days. There is no problem and harm in it. I am enjoying it.I was not satisfied with that. One day I want to try to kiss her in sleep. And from the time the struck in my mind, I was feeling restless. Mom was sleeping as usual and I made my hand on the bare side of her waist. As I was exploring.