Bhaiya and I ate fresh shit and he pushed his shit smeared cock in my shit passage and began fucking me.My own brother was fucking my shit tube with h...is fat cock, smeared with our mother's fresh shit and we were both chewing out mother's shit and inhaling her ass gas. This must be bliss.Bhaiya and I have a unique connect when it comes to sex. We don't need to tell each other what we want. If I want him in my ass, I just have to think and somehow he gets the message that my arse needs to be. ”“As you wish,” the bishop said.I stifled a laugh, recalling The Princess Bride.I asked for and received a blessing, and then Deacon Peter led us from the office. I told him that we’d have a formal proposal to him in a week or so, and then Jeri and I shook hands with him and headed back to the office in Hyde Park.“How’d it go?” Dave asked, coming into my office when he saw me walk in.“Just fine. Jeri did a great job. She and the bishop really hit it off.”Dave smiled, “Russian bishops tend to be. I was looking for running boards on the truck so I could get my tongue on those nipples, and the damn thing didn’t have any! SHIT!! Any way, as I was standing there for like 10 minutes, playing, squeezing, and bouncing, the most delectable tits in town (or at least the ones that I have seen), I had a hard on that was wiping the dirt off the door in just one area, I dropped my left hand onto her leg and made a tickling motion with my fingers and she told me ‘Okay’ I said ‘REALLY?’ She just. Her boobs shook modestly in time with the motions of the greeting. ‘You’re here at last. I’m Fabianna, your hostess. I was afraid you had been detained by business or changed your mind about coming. It would have been a sad New Year’s Eve if our date stood us up!’ Boyd gave a puzzled look. Fabianna’s arm swept across a group of three similarly semi-dressed females sunbathing on the beach towels arrayed around her. ‘I hope you don’t mind. I know you were expecting only me but at the last minute.