Before my wife could react Angie began to lift the sweater over Sarah,s head and exposed her bra encased boobs. She reached behind and unclipped the b...ra clasp letting the garment fall to the floor then leaned over to kiss her left titty. Not stopping there and lifting her skirt to expose her juice soaked knickers, peeled them off quickly and dropped them next to her bra, Sarah,s hairy snatch now on full view. Soon Angie,s delicate fingers probed my wife,s bare pussy as Sarah unzipped my flies. The ladies looked at each other. “Washington Square Park?” said Moe.“Where else?” Cheryl agreed.“Cool,” said Moe, stepping towards the street and waving down a cab.They dumped their shoulder bags and Eddie’s guitar in the trunk of the old Checker. The thick little man looked just as vintage. Smiling and friendly, flirtatious with the girls, except for his thick New York accent he wasn’t what Joe expected of a New Yorker.The cabbie asked the usual questions. Minneapolis brought out a niece who. She was on display for me, my own personal piece of art. The chair was still at the foot of the bed and I took advantage of it. I sat there and just looked at her, my eyes roaming her offered holes and listened to her soft keening sounds. “You like being my slut don’t you baby?” I heard her whimper, “Yes Amit.” “You want me to fuck you don’t you?” She moaned, “Oh…god…yes Amit.” “Tell me sweetheart, which hole do you want filled.” She whimpered again followed by another moan, “Ooooo…Amit…you. I sensed I was going to do some more solid poos, so I laid her down on the floor and dropped a couple of logs on her face. She told me she was proud of me and fingered herself whilst I dipped my cock in and out of her mouth. We swapped ends and I licked her pussy, using one of my shits as a dildo. She warned me when she was about to fart so I could sniff it up straight from the hole. We spent hours just eating shit and vomitting it all back up again. She stuffed a banana up my ass and ate it as.