The entire rest room was flooded, and I had to go bad. To make matters worse for some reason I was barefoot. Then I kept seeing shit flowing everywher.... When I finally found a clean stall the toilet itself was overflowing with turds everywhere! I awoke with a k** sitting next to me poking me with a tootsie role. (‘Keep that up k** and I’ll hurl on ya!’) Then everything faded to black again . . . The metal table was cold against my skin. My hands and feet were tied up and I was wearing a. “No, of course not. What happened to the dude?”“Oh, honey. He cheated on me. I was pissed. Real pissed. He was responsible for my first real orgasm. After we fucked for the first time, he told everybody about my ‘legendary pussy.’ Don’t ask me, he’ll tell you. We spent seemingly every waking moment together and after he graduated, I find him fucking like he’s a wild animal,” Sharmell said. “After that… the rest is history. They called me an attention whore. They called me a slut. They called me. I waved, knowing that they couldn't see me. With sadness and a loss in my heart I drove back to the ranch. I was already lonely without them. I had grown accustomed to the female presence in the house that had been filled with sadness for 4 years.I decided to take a little trip on the ranch. So I called Billy to have him get things ready. I could trust Billy to see to details. You see, Billy Mitchell and I go way back. In Jr. High I was a shrimpy, pimply nerd of a kid. I was always being picked. As soon as the kids get back, I want you to be the bad guy and make sure that everything’s in order. Okay?” “Okay,” I agreed as I walked over and dropped the dirty cloth I was holding into the small basin at the sink. I raised one hand to turn on the tap and saw how grimy they were from the garden. As I washed and scrubbed, in my mind, I could see them cupping the full globes of her breasts, feeling her nipples rising to meet my thumbs, through the fabric of her blouse. “Come ON love,” she.