When Mr. Bird asked her to go with him to Washington, she was delighted. She knew that he would take her to a hotel again. She wore a tampon that day ...o stem her flow, which she knew would happen. It would not do to have a wet spot on her skirt. They fucked. My oh my did the fucking get frantic. They did it missionary, doggy, and cowgirl. This time Jean was as aggressive as Dan. Now thirty-four, Jean was at the height of her sexuality. Her very being craved to be bred.For several months she. I turned red as a beetroot but the assistants and the partner smiled the whole time...we will try everything at home, so if you want to take some lenght on him just call us...we waited for about 20 minutes when finally they reappeared ,,we ve got you everything they said.. the only problem are the shimmery beige tights that may take some time to adjust he better starts wearing them from tonight and started going to the paying counter....here the partner malisiosly said why doesn t he try. She pinched my butt. I looked at her in amazement.Sheila: the more you say me “ma’am” more you gonna get this pinching.Me: Yea right, I can pinch too, so beware next time.Sheila: So you gonna pinch my ass?Me: If you pinch me, I’ll pinch you back ma’am.She threw me in the pool and started laughing. I came out of the pool and run to catch her. She was trying to get away but I held her and squeezed her from behind. I could feel her boobs. They seems firm and suckable. I suddenly got a hardon. I. It’s liquid. I don’t see any solid matter in it at all.”“Liquid slag?” she asked. “You mean like diarrhea?”“Not exactly,” he said. The liquid he was looking at was brown-black, just like the smudges on the barrel, but it was uniformly liquid and uniformly the same color, with no particulate matter, no coagulation, no foam. “It almost looks like some kind of concentrate.”“Concentrate?” she asked. “You mean like a torkin’ bouillon cube of diarrhea?”“Something like that,” he said. “Let me analyze.