She lifted herself quickly off the seat, but unfortunately the poo did not slide back out ? it was firmly lodged inside her now. Reaching between her ...legs, she screwed up her face in distaste as she felt her lumpy, squishy gusset. As she pressed against one lump, however, she felt something pressing deep inside her cunt. She shuddered ? only about half an inch of the poo was protruding from her vagina ? there was no way she could get it out without removing her panties.?Are you okay?? asked. Like a zipper slowly moving.Three buttons... a breath... maybe.She allowed her blouse to slip from her shoulders. Blood was pounding furiously through her temples. Then she heard it.It was a long, deep breath. Now she knew exactly where he was. He was on the other side of her bed... watching... watching her. The double-size bed between them gave her comforting protection.She tossed the shirt as casually as possible in his direction and then unzipped the back of her pants. Her zipper moved. I read fiction, poetry, and biography. Those are definitely three different things. And lately, I’ve become interested in men’s erotica.”“Men’s erotica? What about women’s erotica?”“I include that with fiction.”“Men’s erotica is different?”“Yes. Most women would consider men’s erotica to be pornographic. For example, a woman would spend three-quarters of a book describing our afternoon together and never discuss what your lips are doing to my nipples right now. Then she would let slip that your. Swallowing, the adjutant turned around and motioned his men back toward the Academy."Is it always this crowded?" Scott asked. The musicians had stopped, taking a much deserved break after an intricate piece the girls had called a hornpipe."Oh, no," Rachel replied with a smile. Scott realized that he might be just the slightest bit drunk when he caught himself hoping that she was smiling for him. He chastised himself for the thought. What would such a lovely woman want with the likes of him? It.