He watched all the bustle from a nearby park bench, one hand raised to his brow in a sort of visory fashion, his eyes panning over the crowd with ease... The day was young yet, which afforded him a good deal of time, and he scoped about leisurely, but not without attention to detail. When he found something to be pleasing to him, he was prone to a low, hoarse kind of chuckle, as if privileged to some private and vulgar joke. Outwardly, nothing about him betrayed a sense of perversity or menace.. Ahhhhhaaaaa…. Ahhhhhaaaaa…. Ahhhhhaaaaa….She increased the speed of fingering like a mad dog. She shouted at me that your bastard tell me how do you feel now. It is paining only but I told her to not stop it. She then continued for more than 15 minutes. Finally, she took her 2 fingers out and she showed me. Omg!!! Her finger fully filled with my shit and it got entered in between her the nails. She showed her finger, which had filled with my shit, to me.I told her it was paining for me. She. Great idea. How are we going to do it?" Already done," I could hear the smugness in Roger's voice.It was a good idea. Even as drunk as I was I remembered that Carol's mom heard that the rest of Roger and Carol's shift planned to drag him out for the whole night before their wedding, get him stinking drunk and deliver him to the church five minutes before the ceremony. She reserved a room under her maiden name of "Morrison" and Roger got a good night's sleep, and truth be told, a nice snuggle. But in the event they didn't happen. After a few minutes I walked quietly up the stairs and looked into the bedroom through the partially opened door.My Dad's clothes were lying scattered on the floor. He was lying on top of Laura, the two of them face to face and kissing passionately. They were covered by a sheet, but it was obvious what was happening as Dad's hips pumped up and down and the two of them moaned continuously in pleasure. Every now and then my Dad would murmur "God, Laura, you're.