I‘ve been eating shit for over 50 years ago since I was about 10 years old and shortly afterwards I ate shit from anybodies arse who would shit in m...y mouth, of course I would drink piss from a cunt or cock to flush the shit down my toilet throat. My preference is to eat shit from a woman but shit has the same wonderful taste whichever gender provides it. My first wife (she's dead now) always said if I was to fuck her arse I would have to eat her shit afterwards, I never argued because I loved. It was very risky having a date in a public place this, but Vicky insisted it was a special occasion. Besides, in the off-chance we did get caught, a few technicalities might work in our favor. Just as I was beginning to worry I would be stood up, Vicky finally arrived. At first I wasn’t sure it was her—instead of neon purple, her hair was now azure, the kind of light pale blue that reminded me of the sky on a sunny day. As she walked to my table, everyone’s eyes seem to gravitate towards her.. She basically packed her cloths and a few personal items and left leaving only a note. The note simply said she loved us and would be in touch but for now had to follow her dreams while she was still young. In time Sarah would discover what those dreams were. Her Dad on the other hand resorted to drinking more now to mask his feelings. Jenny heard several stories over the years when the girls talked about Sarah’s parents and the wild sessions of sex they shared. As Sarah grew up it was pretty. Steph lifted her fat arse from the sofa and pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her stocking tops opening her legs the wife reached over and started to finger her snatch. Steph lifted her head from the nipples and replaced the wifes mouth on my bell end. Her red lips clamped on the shaft leaving a lipstick mark. The wife moved off the sofa and undressed, knelling down she spread my arse cheeks and stuck her tongue out to lick my crack and ring. I could feel her tits against the back of.