She told me she was proud of me and fingered herself whilst I dipped my cock in and out of her mouth. We swapped ends and I licked her pussy, using on... of my shits as a dildo. She warned me when she was about to fart so I could sniff it up straight from the hole. We spent hours just eating shit and vomitting it all back up again. She stuffed a banana up my ass and ate it as it came back out.It was when she started giving me a boob job with her shitty tits that I knew I wasn't able to hold on. When she bent forward, I had a great view of her wonderful breasts. Natural & beautifully pert. Her skin looked so smooth I wanted to lick them but I was mindful of the many NO TOUCHING signs. Then she turned her back to me, bent over as she gripped the sides of her knickers. She pulled her knickers down before throwing them aside leaving her TOTALLY NUDE! When she bent over as she removed her final garment, I couldn't help notice how perfectly shaped her bum was. Then she turned round to face. Occurs to me, now hearing myself utter this in my head, no one calls the bath or sanitary facilities “The Convenience” any more. Not since I was a child.“Where’s the ladies Convenience, please?”“May I use your Convenience, please?”“I was in the Convenience, when you called. Sorry I was unable to answer.”Language, vernacular, especially euphemisms, change with the generations.John became euphemistic for toilet because John Harrington installed an early flush toilet for Queen Elizabeth 1st. Way. His cousin wanted more and he would not refuse an offer like that.“Again?” David asked.“Yes, give me more.”Meanwhile, Katie was still in Carol's room. She was looking out the window and she could see part of the hangar from there. Katie noticed the shadow of somebody moving around near the far end. The podont was a couple of meters away, fast asleep, gathering strength for the next mating session. What is taking Carol so long? I think there is someone by the hangar. Maybe it is her. I'll take.