This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. This... story is a sequel to OH SHIT. OH SHIT is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE. This story is also a sequel to OH POO-POO, even though OH POO-POO is not a sequel to any other story. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my. So I'm sure she is considering whether or not to bring in another male concubine. I think I can see that. Maybe it is us all confirming that we're alive and have each other, but lately Ron has had to visit the sleep-trainer every night at least once because he's been rubbed raw by us.I get a bit distracted by the many things that I can write about so I imagine that I seem a bit scatterbrained at times. Still Violet mentioned your herb garden. We have something closer to a field than a garden.. They were and are good friends. It looked like our children might bring us closer!After supper, we went into the living room to sit and talk some more. Hannah made her way into the conversation! Bert was right with her asking to be brought out from his crib.I brought him out and said, "There is nothing to see. Hannah is so small that it would take a special microscope to see her. She can't see you through our eyes or hear you through our ears." I know, father. She can tell that I'm physically. The more maturewoman was spilling out of a glistening red latex minidress with long,off-the-shoulder sleeves, a deeply-scooped neckline and hemline asshort as Alexis' own. Black fishnet stockings hugged her shapely legsall the way to her red patent sandals with two-inch platforms andseven-inch stiletto heels. Her makeup and hair were every bit asprovocative as that of the other 'hooker' in the room. The outfit wastopped by a matching waist-length red latex motorcycle jacket,alluringly open like.