Becky took most of it, but I was oddly proud of my efforts, and my tummy fluttered at the thought that I had Becky’s shit inside me, but fluttered in a good way. “I may be a shit loving stinker, but I’m not an animal.”
One glove, one cup of tea and one heated up bowl of something Chinese, I am ready to chat. Milf sex “Thanks, Judes.”
I hug her back. She held my eye for a few moments. “Haven’t met the right one. “Ken is always on about shooting here, but I refuse. “Deal!”
I relaxed after that. Not great, but it will do. It’s my choice. Anyway, it’s Friday lunch, and both of us are tucking into slices of pizza at the local Mall. It’s amazing how quickly you accept standards of behaviour that would have revolted you a day or so earlier. “It’s my little spot. Good news is we like each other. “Shit for brains too,” I sigh, putting the fetid lump into her left cup and squeezing. I was mortified, I was ‘shit shamed’. I’m the
