This gave me the time to collect my thoughts. I was way to nervous to look at her eyes.“Rick, look at me.”“Mom, please don’t ask me to look at...you right now. This is harder to do than you can ever know. Just promise me that you’ll let me finish what I have to say, no matter what.”“Of course I will, honey tell what you.”I took a deep breath to control my trembling hands. My mother noticed this and cupped my hands into hers to calm me down enough to speak her eyes deeply enter to my mind.“It’s. His runny shit ran down my back and into my hair and dribbled over my stomach and there was a ton of it too so now I was covered in shit. My shit hole was maxed out with piss and shit and I heard the men comment on how full it was and how nasty I was and that a filthy fuck hole like me deserved just a little bit more humiliation before they were done using my fuck holes.They took a big dildo and started to shove it inside my packed shit hole pushing the shit further up inside my hole and. And just as I was a building up a nice rhythm, Anita just walked into my room wanting to ask me if I needed tea or something. I was sprawled on the bed, one hand inside my undies fondling my dick, eyes closed. Anita came in, saw me in that state, giggled a little and just repeated her question.I was a little embarrassed, covered myself with a bed sheet and told her no tea. She left the room, leaving the door open. I sat there for a few minutes thinking about what just happened, and somehow that. "Ooh, baby, get down to skin!" Sorrel groaned. He stroked his zucchini as he watched. "You are so yamming hot!" Yeah? Is your mouth watering yet?" Pepper undid two of the buttons on her blouse and pulled it aside, giving Sorrel a glimpse of her lentils.He groaned in frustration. "Damn it, Pepper, get those clothes off, woman! I want to get my hands on your juicy little radish." Oh, you will. Be patient." Pepper slowly undid the rest of the buttons, then tossed the blouse onto the floor. She.