Suddenly I felt a fart escape and a hot wetness followed. I gasped and tried to clench my asshole shut again but it was too late.I instinctively pushe... off the seat with my hands as I shit myself. I lost all control. The liquid shit spread quickly between my ass cheeks, lubricating them. Larger pieces followed filling the seat of my underwear. "Noo! Uhhhnnnnhhh!" It just didn't stop. I lost control of my bladder at the same time. The dark wet circle on the front of my jeans spread and poured. Then again they kissed and he started rubbing her titty and she liked it and he then slid her top off and kissed and sucked her titties. She said she didn't know when he had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out put he took her hand and placed it on his cock. She admitted she started stroking it and he pushed his hand down the front of her shorts. She said she enjoyed his rubbing her pussy and said she helped him get her shorts and panties off. Then she said he started licking and sucking. After experiencing his idea of paradise in the years they were together, nothing else could compare anymore. She was his soul mate, his other half, but also his Pandora’s box now that she was gone. As Tom wandered into the kitchen, he found his roommate already helping herself to a bowl of Froot Loops. Tom and Layla’s mothers were friends and colleagues, so the two of them had known each other since they were kids. They’d gone through pre-K to Grade 12 together, and their childhood friendship. He sprang to to his feet and tried to grab a towel but I grabbed it first. There before me stood Mort, about 5'10" very thin and almost completely hairless except for his underarms and a patch of brown hair, just over his dick, complimented by a sweet bubble ass that I knew I was going to fuck. We stood there for a few moments and little did he know (or maybe he did know) what was going through my mind. I was thinking of what to do first. Fuck his sweet bubble ass, or take his long beautiful.