”Venn’s eyes widened and her breath came out in a sigh. “Thale...” She kissed him then – her lips gentle. But then her want overcame her gen...leness and she pressed against him more. Then she kissed his neck, licking him, whispering. “S-So I best not die, then.” She kissed the flat plane of his chest, then licked her way down to his nipple. Thale knew where she was going and the urge to hurry her along was intense. Nearly overpowering. But he stretched his arms behind his back, hooked them over. Anyone who'd eaten from her would be hooked onto her shit. It wasn't only the amazing taste or the aroma or the copious quantity of shit she produced that made a difference. It was her commitment and devotion to the art of defecating. It was her deep love. When she shitted, she did it with tremendous love and devotion. She treated every turd as her child. She'd carefully lay them in neat shapes, caress them, kiss them, lick them. Her turds were labour of love for her. Like her baby. She'd very. She was the goddess of night. Beautiful but rarely seen. She lived in darkness and shadows.” “Okay. Then I am your Nyx.” Then she was pulling at the fabric of his T shirt. It stretched and pulled at him until there was a ripping sound. When she started cutting at the sleeves he knew she was using a knife she found in the kitchen. She was hacking at the cloth until she could pull it off him with asking him to stand or untie his hands. Then there was a sharp thud in the wooden floor. The knife?. Fir kuch din baad didi aayi hui thi toh maa didi ke saath bahut masghul thi usi din fir maa ne mujhe kaha beta kuye pe chal paani laani hai didi aayi hui hai chota bacha hai uska kuye pe kaise nahayegi, tu chal mere saath main wanhi naha lungi aur tu aur main milkar paani le aayenge, jaisa ki gaon mein aurtein kuye ke paas hi nahati thi kapde mein ghar aa kar kapde badalti hai, toh main bola theek hai aur phir maa ke saath 8baje subah ko saath chal pada balti lekar, tabh meri najar maa ki.