“Yes,” said Sister Megan. “Let it out, would you?”Father Cameron walked over to the door, opened it, and the cow entered the room. Sister Me...gan walked into the closet, grabbed a handful of cow shit, and threw it at Father Cameron’s face. He licked it off and grinned. She coated his body in it, smearing the dung on his back, arms, and legs. He put some between her boobs and on her ass, a delicious chocolate-y coating.Sister Megan rubbed her shit-smeared boobs in Father Cameron’s face, and. His fingers are slipping between my lips. I need to touch him. I strain forward my hand searching for his cock to stroke it for him, it causes my pussy to contract and squeeze his fingers. He twists them, toying with me, making me wetter. I feel his cock in my hand. He’s so thick I can barely wrap my fingers around him. I think of the way he fucks me and start grinding my pussy onto his fingers. I firmly stroke him, matching the thrusts of his fingers. I’m watching all of this, taking it in. I. We decided to break apart and go to different bedrooms, Dale and Sharon would stay in Mom and Dad's room, we would go to my bedroom. And sleep together. Lisa and I were going to sleep together. Like lovers. Wow.We walked naked, hand in hand down the hall to my room, went in, closed the door and hugged each other as I felt my cock rise and push against her crotch."Mmm, what's this?" she asked as her hand gently gripped my dick."Oh, that's something I have that's just for you, Lisa." Good, I. At this moment Fionatook over and led me to a table covered in cosmetics. Fiona sat me downfacing her and began a careful examination of my face. 'How often do you shave, honey?' I had never had a strong beard growth and I guess I only had to shavelightly every three or four days. I told her this and she seemed happyenough. The next half hour she spent working on my face, massaging myskin and then using what seemed an endless series of creams and lotionson my face. Several times she asked me to.