My first wife (she's dead now) always said if I was to fuck her arse I would have to eat her shit afterwards, I never argued because I loved it when s...e shit in my mouth and I would fuck her arse most nights just so I received my ‘punishment’ of having her shit in my mouth.I eat my own shit whenever I get the opportunity and although I enjoy eating it, theres nothing as nice as eating it straight from someones arse and no matter how much somebody shits in my mouth, I always eat every bit. I. Carol had an additional twinkle in her eyes this morning, she lay there recalling her shopping trip the other day, she had eventually built up the courage to go and purchase the items she had spent weeks thinking about, Her shopping trip was for one purpose only, and that was shortly to be fulfilled.. Ever since Rudeolph had trapped her in the car window and whether designed or not, she had been abused by that dog, or rather her pussy had been abused by the dogs tongue, she had vowed to herself. A few years ago, a cousin of my wife who is in his early thirties ignored that piece of practical wisdom and it exploded on him. He was hospitalized with severe burns and bruising. The base plate slammed into his chest.Things have been a bit different. I have developed a new for me symptom. I will think of and hear myself saying one word. Everyone else hears me saying another word. I went an entire several minute conversation at work thinking I was saying curtain when I was actually saying. “That was crazy, but nothing like the marketplace on Toolondo,” Felicia laughed as we looked over the empty cargo bay we were standing in.“Think you can handle trips every two weeks?” I asked Nathan.“Hell, yeah,” he replied excitedly, but who will pilot the other ship?” he asked.“The androids,” I replied.Tashia almost looked shell-shocked. “There was so much happening at once,” she said, almost reverently. “You said that the marketplace on Toolondo is busier?” she asked Felicia.“Much busier,”.