I could soap and play with them all day. Indian XXX Four of us, me, Becky, Anne and Camilla, pulling a face at the pungent liquid burning our throats. He said fine. “Probably. The crowd around the pool, did a collective “Ewwww!”, retreating from the splashback. It’s about the long bits before and after. Tastes that I share with my bestie, who I much prefer sharing time with.”
“Except when you are fucking.”
“I like fucking men. What’s not to like?”
“I’m just concerned about artistic integrity.”
I love Becky to bits, absolute best bestie and all that, but by god, she could be a pompous twat. Lucy had mentioned earlier she had a huge amount of poop inside her, and it was now making a grand entrance as she hosed Anne down, obliterating her face and chest with brown slurry. Becky will do the honours.” I announced. “I love you, Judy Bellingham.”
“And I love you, Becky Sansome,” I whispered back, and under the idyllic moon of Lucy’s expansive arse, we joyfully hugged and kissed as a fine fecal rain began to fall gently upon us, a brown veil blessing our union.
