Cow poo is soft and the warm stuff is the best at keeping your feet in shape so it doesn’t hurt to walk bare foot all the time. Get it?” “Are yo... teasing me?” “No, I’m serious. It’s my magic for you. And you can wash your feet in the milking parlor, anal one. Cow poop actually is pretty darned innocent stuff. See? There? Step in it! Okay, that’s more like it. Not bad huh? And it’s hardly like sticking your face in it which I’m apt to do if you don’t shake off your old self pity and parochial. She emptied the can and then stood back to look at the thing in its whole.“Hi’ya, hansom,” she said and granted it a sweet smile. She figured it had to be some kind of tropical plant because of its lush foliage; some deep jungle because she had never seen anything like it. It had big, broad leaves in a thick clump around its base. Arrayed within this clump were five 6-inch long buds with purple petals closed tight around them. The most dominating feature of the plant was a long pinkish-purple. ” His fingers continued on my g-spot and his thumb began circling around and rubbing my clit. I started to scream as I felt the gush and my pussy convulsed around his fingers as I came. But he didn’t stop - he kept it up until I felt another orgasm coming on. He said to me, “I don’t hear you begging? Don’t you want this cock to be filling your pussy? You will be begging to be my fucktoy after this.” His fingers stopped what they were doing and he withdrew his hand, leaving me just short of the. First he’d do a small one, catching my belly in each direction; then a slightly larger one, striking a thigh at each end of the figure... belly-swish belly-swish, thigh-swish thigh-swish, over and over. I thought he was going to keep that up forever, making only slight variations in the tempo, the landing area, or the rhythm. But gradually he tightened the pattern so the same stroke would catch left belly/right thigh, right belly/left thigh, again and again, faster and faster. Which made the.