She'd carefully lay them in neat shapes, caress them, kiss them, lick them. Her turds were labour of love for her. Like her baby. She'd very slowly sl...ice them in small pieces and feed her lesbian lovers. Like a mother feeding her loving baby some delicious candy. Sometimes, she directly defecated in her lovers' mouth and in such cases, she'd take ages to prepare her lovers to receive her filth. She'd kiss them passionately, spit a generous amount of saliva in their oral cavities and then line. At the age of 18, I had my first sex encounter. It was my bhabhi. My brother use to stay on first floor and me, my mom , dad and sister on ground floor. Bhabhi and i use to share lot of things. I use to narrate her my fake sex experience and she use to smile on the same. She even use to show me herself secretly sometimes. Her boobs were too big, which she use to show me from her deep neck gown. While washing clothes, she use to fold her gown, but when it accidentally releases sometimes, it was. No exceptions.” He said kindly yet firmly. “You done with that?” Marjorie nodded as he took the canteen, shook it a little to gauge how much was remaining, and held it over Marjorie’s head. “Ah… What are you…” “Ahhh…” She exclaimed as he draining the remaining little bit over her head. Marjorie moved but not quick enough, earning her a nice decent bit of liquid, coolingly to run over along her head and dribble down her face, neck, and even shoulders. “No. Trust me, it feels good. You need it.”. Me: Okay, How do I know which one to get?Mom: You have to ask for the size and the type of blouse.Me: But I don’t know your blouse size.Mom: Don’t worry, stupid, I will tell you.She came near me and whispered a number in my ear – 36D. I asked what this number was. She explained the nuances of blouse sizes. That’s how I learned about the blouse and its sizes. I was happy with my newfound knowledge. But it was very long before I would recognize the sizes with a glance of my eye.I rushed out and.