” She paused and then added, “He kept me cuming and cuming and cuming...”“And your sister kept screaming, ‘Fuck me harder! Harder!’” Mom... commented. Then with a grin toward Kris she added, “She’s a real Harris, though! Good Lord, is she ever a loud, foul-mouthed fuck!” Mom shook her head sadly and added, “Dad and I scarcely got a wink of sleep all night long.”“Since you couldn’t sleep, what did you do?” Kris asked.“Oh ... Nothing...” Mom replied blithely. “Your dad just fucked my brains out so. Sir, master... may I make a request?"Somewhat amazed, I looked at her."What is it?" Well. You know about my dark secret, about my... ah, what the fuck, you want dirty language, you get it, you're right about that. So, restart: you know I like shit games, the smell of my shit, the soft brown smelly mass. And these two chaps tomorrow want it dirty. I've planned to let them have my riding crop, and what's dirtier than having real girlshit at it? Or at least the smell? So please, Michael - can I. And maybe some sort of activity that would be pleasing to all of us can be introduced” he concluded as he pushed the daughter’s dress up so that a lot of white thigh was visible. The daughter giggled and in a whisper that he heard leaned across to her mother and said. “I think he wants to fuck me; he is almost at my cunt”. The older woman smiled and as she pushed her chair back and got up replied. “I hope that includes me as well”.The activity of the daughter could turn men off, for she clung. Простите!.. А как мне... – Но ответом были гудки.Ну что-же, подумал Пауль. Будем считать это удачей. В нашем городе только целлюлозно-бумажная фабрика. Вонища - больше ничего… Надо попробовать.Дорога была отвратительной… Прямого поезда, естественно не было. Две пересадки на заштатных сортировочных остановках, потом какая-то маршрутка и несколько километров пешком по гладкому, заасфальтированному шоссе… Хорошо, что вещей у Пауля был один рюкзак. Бритва, пара смен белья, куртка, штаны… Что еще.