.”“Yeah.”“It was there though. I certainly didn’t object. I did touch it. I tasted it, maybe not directly.”“You did?”“Of course. Cli... rubbing. A couple times I shoved my finger in to give her and you a bit more tightness I guess. And being the curious sort, I made sure I tasted her. On your mouth too. I certainly didn’t object to the taste. Maybe I should have tasted her directly, but you seemed to enjoy it more. And maybe, seeing you enjoy her turned me on so much I, I don’t know, just wanted. S come in all ages, shapes and sizes. Some are very full of themselves. Others insecure. Very few are prudes. On the shuttle bus, I find myself next to Wendy, a nubile little freshman from Boston University. All of five-feet tall. Maybe. What’s the cliche? She could make a dead man cum. Wendy reminds me why I paid an extra $2,000 for a single bungalow. I ask the usual stupid questions. How do you like Boston? What are you studying? Favorite band? After that last one, she stops me in my tracks. Wham she slapped her moms face so hard she thought she loosened her teeth,Ohhhhaaaagggg her mom moaned..Now bitch cried Katie and grabbed a pincher clothespin and clamped Helens nose shut.katie left and returned with a wire contraption and attached it to helens mouth holding it open.Now Mother I will feed you every last morsel of the shit you got all over this place.Helens eyes showed sheer terror and she tried to talk but could not.Katie scooped the piles of soft shit into her moms. He just started the front of her clavicle when a hand slid inside her pajama shirt and cupped her left breast. She jerked her head up quick, but he was quick to squat and whisper. "You're not relaxing." He sing-songed into her ear as his other arm went around her and crossed his right arm to hold her left breast as the top button of her PJ top came undone.After working her breasts to the song of the hums and moans she let out he spoke again."Why don't we get you out of your clothes and onto the.