“That’s okay, Ed,” Cal answered, “I’ve still got some time.”Cal looked at his brother and the look on his face told him that he wanted to ...ell him something.“Dad refuses to call me anything but ‘Junior’,” he said. “I can use one name at a time, so I decided to give up on the ‘Ed thing’. Why don’t you just call me ‘Junior’, like everyone else.”Cal thought for a moment. He had liked the ‘Ed thing’. But, it was his brother’s name, after all.“I’ll tell you what,” Cal offered, “you tell me who was. ” I followed her orders as the warm soapy water filled my bowels. I felt my colon fill and stretch, and looking down saw my abdomen bulging. Suddenly, the intense inner pressure on the walls of my colon triggered painful spasms, as my body instinctively tried to expel the intrusion. Mistress pushed gently down on my bloating abdomen, rubbing it sensuously as I groaned in pain. She was clearly becoming aroused by my discomfort, the sweet, musky smell of her wet and creamy vagina beginning to. ..i went in....it smelled kind of disgusting but also very good......a mixture of sweat, piss and the urinary stones...........i heard them in the cabin.....they where making moaning sounds.....my cock was hard again...........suddenly they got very quiet.......and they where walking around in the cabin....i thought they where finished and came out so i walked to the door and wanted to get out , then i heard the one guy groan very load.......i walked back....but i couldn't see anything....i . When I looked at Meena, I was stunned by her beauty, she was a village woman aged about 35, strong sturdy, tall, she wore the sari in traditional way like my mother, what was interesting was her shapely breasts, a swaying large hips flaring out and a moving shaking buttocks. She had luxurious hair which came well down her back, she was dark and dusky, large soulful eyes with a hint of sadness and a very soft voice. She came in front of me; I gave her both my bags and gave her instructions as to.