It felt so fucking good. I picked her up, I laid down on my bed, and sat her down on my dick. I was rubbing her back and forth on my dick. Than I fel... her fart on my dick. Or at least I thought it was a fart. Cause as I looked down at my dick, I saw that my little girl had just shit all over me. The strange thing is, it didnt gross me out, it turned me on more. So I started rubbing her harder and faster on my dick. Her shit made for the perfect lubercant. Than I felt a little trickle on my. Luckily Dad had a friend who was attached there, and he met us after a lengthy customs delay.“Dean, you old fuck,” My Dad yelled over the airplane noises. “How the hell are ya?” Dad in a playful, happy mood, was not something we were very accustom too.“Colonel, welcome to Italy,” Said Dean. He was tall, and skinny. He had short black hair and a thin salt and pepper moustache. He wore khakis and a while button down shirt, with too much chest hair exposed. He had a slight accent, but his English. He was very friendly with me, and we used to talk about everything in our lives. I even told him how many times I masturbate in a day. He used to look at my mom with lustful eyes, which I did not like in the beginning but who knew that she would turn out to be a randi and enjoy his lust and more.Wowww! I can’t even imagine how they were fucking. “Aaajaaaaahaaaa.. Aahhaaa.. oohhh..Yeahhhhh. It was kinky stuff. So, here is how it began.One day mom was not home. I was watching porn and Sanjeev. I pick up the nasty garbage that fell on the driveway and I hear thegarbage man coming down the block. Oh man, I better hurry or I will neverhear the end of it if I don't get these trash cans out to the road. Ihurry and toss the rest of the trash that fell on the driveway into thetrash cans and I notice my hands are all smelly and stuff, withoutthinking I wipe them on my pajama bottoms.I close the trash cans fast. I try to pull both trash cans at the sametime but that's to heavy so I abanded.