Her magnificence went beyondthe limitation of mortal words.Darla swallowing hard: "You look like my Fairy God Mother! Mortal wordsare too limited to d...scribe accurately your magnificent beauty!"Mother: "No Darla. Tell Mother the truth. What is missing?"Darla scrutinizing while Jana enters: "I really don't see anything wrongMother. You look as perfect as Perfection." Mother smiles: "Jana dear, do you concur with his very prejudicedthoughts?" She nods yes. "Really? Then I shall leave perfection. This was getting frustrating because in the small cluster of homes, several of the women had far too little to do, so they filled their time watching the goings on at our house, in addition to other homes. I remember one summer day, the one neighbor who lived behind and adjacent to the property line, watched and then called Mom, asking if one of us were sick because we had used the outhouse several times that afternoon.After chemical toilets were considered and discarded as un-applicable,. "I'm sure gonna enjoy finding out," I replied as I took several inches into my mouth, feeling his fat schlong pop into my throat and cut off all access to air through that route."Fuck, your throat feels like velvet," he moaned as he put his hand on my buzzed head and forced a little more into me.By the time I had his nuts bouncing off my chin, I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. I was mighty proud of being able to throat his impressive schlong, and as a cocksucker I take great pride in. "Nothing," she finally said, stepping away from the body and pulling off her bloody gloves. Her assistants began the work of putting the mess back into a presentable form for release to the family's mortuary."Nothing?" Miller asked, raising his eyebrows."He was a healthy, twenty-one year old athlete. No signs of heart disease or congenital defects, definitely no infarction. No stroke, no pulmonary embolism, no signs of trauma except for the glass cuts on his arm. His lungs are in perfect shape,.