Her cunt contracted as she pushed, tightening around my dick as I pumped. Slimy brown and green diarrhea squirted out of her ass, dripping onto my dic... and down the crack of her pussy. I let her ass cream cover my cock, a slimy lubricant of shit. I pushed crap into her cunt with my cock, slamming and sliding into her womb with ease.When she stopped shitting, I shoved my finger up her ass, covering it with her slime. I fingered her asshole, cleaning her colon with one finger, then two. My. Paul could write an encyclopedia full of the love he has for us. I know I could too, if I had the gift of being able to write. I had a very rough time before he disappeared and after he came back, as you know. Do you know of anyone who would have taken a person back into their life after the shit I pulled?”“And after what I went through, most men would have cut me off and walked away, no questions asked, but instead he saved my life.”“What?”“I never told Blossom about you Lynn.” I said.“Oh!. "Then: "Are you sorry now?"I said, "Yes, Ma'am, I'm sorry." Yes, you're sorry what? Tell me why you're sorry." I'm sorry you stopped beating me," I said.She burst out laughing. "Oh, you...!" she cried and threw down theflogger. "You're hopeless!"-+-[Note: in New York, men regularly go through the subways, solicitingalms for tramps. It got me to thinking: what if...?]He came into the middle of the subway car, put down a big shoppingbag, straightened up, and began his spiel."I represent the. I didn’t have to wait long. Professor Milford welcomed me in, looking much the same as she always did, except that today her nylons were black, and this was the first time I’d seen her wear a dress, a patterned turquoise affair.She led me through a hallway lined with various prints, and what looked like fairly expensive decorative items on small tables. I imagined they were old, possibly antique. Where I came from, we hardly had a hallway, far less antiques. I was lead through a doorway, into a.