I was unable to see exactly what Elizabeth was doing, but she was doing a damned fine job. Jessica was writhing in ecstasy. While I had not licked her...clit in years, I knew from experience that my wife was ready to cum soon, and it would be a big one. “Yesss!” Jessica hissed. “Don’t fucking stop, it’s so fucking good! Lick me, Elizabeth, please keep licking my cunt.” Elizabeth did as she was told, Jessica climaxed over and over for several more minutes – I don’t know where she got the stamina. This was her place in the food chain, above the moths, but perhaps below the chickens. My cat could never catch a chicken and I have told her this many times when she has begged for a taste of my food. Moths, however, are a completely different story, and my cat was obviously smirking to herself as she proved her dominance over this tiny species. Looking closely, I could not see any sign of the moth underneath my cat’s tiny foot. Slowly, my cat lifted her paw, her nose close to the ground,. Worse was to come however. Crystal told me to get ready tocatch the first load, and began to strain. I stared open-mouthed at her asshole,and within seconds it began to open, and a large dark brown turd slid out. As ithit my mouth, I felt the texture and the foul taste of it. My immediate thoughtas the thing filled my mouth was to spit it out, but Crystal's large bare footstopped me doing that. I was forced to chew, to try and rid myself of the foulobject. "That's it, toilet mouth," my wife. They were comparing notes on the sexual prowess of the men they had been with which I found highly erotic. I could not share my experiences with men of course, but listening to them I made my own mental notes in my head. I felt horny again and decided that after dinner I would say my goodbyes and seriously explore the gay side of Sitges. And mine of course. We finished dinner at about 11pm, I paid the bill and we left. On the street Lisa and Jeanette were holding arms, seemingly to support.