He got down on his knees next to the toilet and reached inbetween her legs.When she realized what he was going to do she said, "Wipe away from my puss.... I don't want any infections."He said, "I know."He reached down under her, with the hand that had the TP in it. He felt her butt crack and proceeded to wipe the TP across the inside of the crack, beginning in the front and going backwards. He was glad it hadn't been that smelly or messy of a bowel movement. He wiped a couple of times just to. Dodie knew that her life with Innocence had changed her, as she deliberately avoided being too close to those demonstrators or at least downwind of their stench. The protesters marched along the street – fortunately dry as many of them, like Kedi and Dodie, were barefoot as well as bare in every other detail, – crying out slogans like ‘Black and White Fuck and Unite’, ‘Fuck You! Fuck the State! Fuck the Weather! Watch Us Fuck Together!’ and ‘Hell Alright! Black Fuck White! Come On Jack! White. But she was fighting many demons because she spent to much time alone. Too much time to to fantasize. And her fantasies had gotten worse. She was a good mother and her husband loved her dearly. But he knew her weaknesses. At least the ones she showed a few years ago. But she was ok now! A psychiatrist had cured her!A few years ago, her fantasy was appliance repairmen and salesmen. As beautiful as she was, she had an aura of innocent vulnerability about her that made it easy for predators to. My prick jumped to attention and pushed against her apron-covered skirt. “I can feel you like it,” Trudi said as her body pushed back. The cuckoo clock hanging on her bedroom wall began to whirr. No cuckoo emerged but Trudi pulled back from me suddenly. “Oh blast!” she said, “I’m back on duty. Gretel is off to see her boyfriend. We have enough time for this.” She kissed me again. “Now I have to get you to your room. Will you wait for me?” “How long are you on duty?” I asked. “Until two a.m.”.