. So as to mix her shit with my shit.. The feeling of having someone’s else shit into my asshole was gr8..After sometime she removed the dildo and p...t it in my mouth.. I tasted the mix of shit… It was very sour and tasteless but I licked it clean.I made Sangi lie on the floor and I sat on her face to shit out the shit mix and to have a feast… I was ready to shit.. Sangi opened her mouth wide and I squirted and shifted all the mix waste into Sangi’s mouth then after few pressure I was sure that. I stepped back to try and focus and felt a strong pair of hands around my waist. That was enough for me, my waist has always been a weak spot and the mood I was in I couldn't take that kind of teasing. I could feel a rush of lust rush towards my pussy and I longed for those hands to move south. Rob whispered to me: “Is this OK? I had never been more OK in my life. I was sweating now, sticky and wet. Rob reached in front of me and took a handful of ice from the freezer. With one hand still on. Mr. Johnson quickly opened the door, ushered me in and closed the door quickly. He asked me if I was wearing his present, I said yes. He said good I have some other presents for you today. He led me to a bedroom that was all girly pink. He told me to get undressed and started rummaging through a closet. I just stood there watching him. He turned and I asked where Cindy was. He said she was in the shower, and started to undress me. I was soon down to only the sheer white panties, He then brought. Before we got back to our talks of a forthnightLisa Love has my mind playing that old soul song over and over: "I've got Georgia on my mind"Lisa Love lives in a country where wine was invented and still has hundreds of different g****sLisa Love lives in a country where the first Lady was a countrywoman of me, slender smart SandraI often have an old soul song on my mind by Ray Charles "Georgia on my mind", read lots about itI often wonder about the same question,why can't she get back at me.