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. Das bedeutete, dass zwei Dinge in ihre Überzeugung tief eingedrungen waren; ihre Jungfräulichkeit bis zu Ehe zu behalten und keinerlei Geburtenkontrolle, das stand für sie außer Frage.Sicher sie war nicht perfekt. Lizzie war einige Male sehr nah dran gewesen, ihre Beine zu spreizen, wenn es zu viel Alkohol bei einem Date gab, aber sie schien immer einen Weg zu finden, um die vielen "Beinöffnungs" Taktiken aufzuhalten und abzuwehren. Mehr als einmal hatten ihre Partner bei Verabredungen ihren. Slowly, as I gently kissed her sweet lips my tongue traced the outline of her full ruby lips and the lines of her face, allowing my tongue to taste the sweetness of the skin along her neck. I heard her softly gasp. Between kisses, we gazed at each other, looking directly into the other’s soul. Caught up in mutual lust we came together again. This time like two teenagers at the drive-in experimenting for the first time. My hand crept up and I felt her nipples harden as I caressed her breasts. There is only one thing that would be necessary: a cure for my husband's infertility.Every time we make love, there is that minuscule chance that I might become pregnant. However, that chance is so minuscule that, well, it just isn't going to happen. He doesn't produce enough sperm for them to even make it out of his body and into mine, let alone travel inside me in sufficient numbers to impregnate me.On the other hand, someday there may be a cure. If there is, he has my blessing to seek the.