He appeared to be waiting for her to recover. When she looked down her body, she could see his cock lying stretched-out on her belly as if resting. It...was coated in a layer of white cum.“Come on, girl,” Earl said to her. “My dick ain’t gonna clean itself.”“No,” Linda thought, weakly following the logic of his statement. “It’s not. That’s my job.”Mentally and physically drained, but determined to see whatever this was to its end, Linda struggled to sit up, then pushed off the table and dropped. I could hear her tell them that I wasn't feeling well that morning. I thought to myself, "isn't that the truth."When she came back, I told her that I had a problem. I had to relieve myself, but I knew I was never going to reach the toilet to use it. She just nodded her head numbly and began looking around for something for me to use. She finally came back with a doll house toilet that the lid lifted on. I lifted my skirt and she watched me as I tried to figure out how to use my new equipment. I. We had several a few seasons past – orphans who survived the plague, you understand – but most have already been adopted by families. To be truthful, we have few children here anymore and the ones we do have are destined for the Priesthood, I’m afraid.”“I understand,” the man said with a sigh. “We’d hoped – a woman from a neighboring village had said ... well, there’s nothing for it now. We’re sorry to have wasted your time.”“Please, Holy Sister Mendfred,” the woman pled. “My husband and I have. She started playing with it and smooching at the same time. It was a fun feeling.We both dried and she wore her bathrobe and gave me a towel. I pushed her to the bed and started to lick water droplets from her legs till her inner thighs, she started giving a slight moan when I bit her pussy lips. The pubic hair was trimmed and looking so lovely, looks like chocolate. Always chocolates are lovelier when filled with caramel. I started to play with her puss lips and caressing the perky titties..