Or rather I just Came “he said with a laugh. Sally laughed too and realised she had nothing to wipe her bum with.“Timmy darling I need to wipe my... bum and Ive not got anything – have you got a hanky. “ When he pulled out his hanky Sally went “ Hey, its your hanky will you wipe me with it”? Timmy wiped the soft bits of dung in her crease and looked at his own penis still dripping cum. He wiped again and then asked a bit shyly “Can I wipe the last bit with you knickers and keep them with me. While she would rarely instigate sex (a Catholic thing I think), there was never anything physical that she would not do or let me do to her.We were in our late twenties and after living in our starter home for a few years we decided to move up to a larger house. We hired a realtor, but totally forgot that several times a week we would have to leave the house and go off somwehere while he sat and waited for appointments or drop-ins. He was an older guy in his forties or fifties maybe but my. I understood that they were very common, but the brightness and smoothness of paper, the delicate letters and pictures, and the flexible yet strong binding were a marvel to me. There were so many marvels around me, and yet my new memories told me that they were all commonplace, to be taken for granted. When I delved deeper for their explanation, I found that I had never known how these marvels were created, but that still caused no sense of wonder or mystery. There was almost a sense of. I pretended to be shocked and said Arman is your friend and you shouldn’t be talking like this about me atleast for his sake. He said he knows everything; it’s all fake and went away. That raised a lot of questions in my mind too, yea I didn’t love Arman truly and I had my reasons, he broke my trust time and again. But how was he so sure??Next morning I called him and told him to meet at a coffee shop and wanted to talk something, I went there and made ourselves comfortable and started the.