He took the shovel he kept in the clearing and turned the soil so the wet tissue and the dampened ground were buried. The bacteria in the soil could b...eak down the paper and other toxins faster when it was covered. And the smell didn't blow all over, either."Are you finished?" he asked her.She looked at him quizzically."Number two? Do you have to poop, crap, shit, build a dung heap, dump a load, float a log... ?"She was laughing as he tapered off. Her musical laughter was infectious and soon he. We got along so well and that was the only thing we ever fought over. He would get so angry if a guy even looked at me.Ava continued, "After one party, I was so angry at him, I went out and bought a pair of men's flannel pajamas. I wore them to bed for a week. If he wanted to treat me like that, then he wasn't going to see or feel my body."The next time we were going to a party, I was laying out the dress I was going to wear, when for some reason, I took out the flannel pajamas and placed them. All of them begin to stroke the hardening bulges growing in their shorts. Sumaya can hear how hard they're breathing and she continues to tease them a little while longer. She takes her middle finger and starts to stroke her already soaking wet pussy. Her wetness easily coats her asshole. When it's wet enough, she slowly slips her middle finger into her asshole, cooing softly at the intruding pleasure. Sumaya works her middle finger all the way inside, and begins to fuck her tight hole, while. She told me of her break up and we walked down a long secluded lane .The sun was fading and little midges like fruit flies were swarming in clusters in the warm air.The air smelt of freshly cut hay. We walked for a while and then she put her hand in mine and steered me towards a gate into a huge field full of freshly cut hay.She stopped me and stood in front of me and pulled me toward her and kissed me full on the lips.Her touch was soft and tender. In those days anything like that gave me a.