The date stamp on it... hell, there wasn't a date stamp on it. The trademark date for the logo said 1947. I didn't care. Two hours later, I returned h...me, ready to celebrate my birthday. The only thing that bugged me was, mother didn't seem to notice the difference between one of my modern oven wonders and this trite effigy to a woman's place in the home. She had two helpings. I carved a narrow slice but couldn't swallow more than a few bites of it's sawdust like consistency. I begged baker's. My stories will be based on my family and the fun that we have grown to having and I will try my best to retell all the sexual fun that we have experenced. It all started when I was 16 years old and legal. My family had always been nudist as far as I could remember however we often wore underwear so we werent constantly nude like some nudists do. It was a happy medium for the situation. A few days after my birthday my mother and father called all of us into the living room to talk to us about. Claire finally led him into her bedroom and began to teach him his second command. She pulled up her skirt and put her wet cunt in front of him. “Good boy, now Lick-the-Bitch, Duke!” Claire let Duke lap at her steaming cunt. “Ohhh! Mmmm-mmmm! Good boy Duke! Lick it, Lick-the-Bitch!”Duke licked at Claire’s sweet, young, pussy like he was starving. Feeling her knees weaken, Clair climbed onto her bed and called for Duke, patting the space next to her. “Up Duke. Up boy!”Duke jumped on the bed. He. They've both got the trots. It's like Delhi Belly, only this being Morocco and all I guess you have to call it something else. It was the bloody couscous and stuff we had in the restaurant last night." But you've not got the same problem?" remarked Marla. Her English was always very good, but she had difficulty understanding much more than half of what Paul was saying. She surmised that Paul's friends must have eaten something that disagreed with them."Well, yeah! I'm a vegetarian, like, so I.