.." was all that Mansi could say as she devoured the delicious crap. She closed her eyes. She wanted to detach herself from the world. She didn't want...any distractions. Her only connection with the life was taste of shit in her mouth.Jiya stood up and turned around inspecting the work that she had just done. She was an artist, an sculpture critiquing her own work. Was the thickness uniform? Was the texture perfect? Was the color of her shit good enough for such an art work? Could she have. As the garage door opened, I watched her drive in and park. Before the garage door closed I walked into the garage and watched her enter the house. I toured the neat home, then made it up to the master bedroom. There I observed a large king-sized bed, the bed that I'm about to breed the innocent young woman on. Then to feel her soft panties in the dresser. Going to the master bath, I observed the clothes hamper and retrieved a silky lime green pair of panties. I balled the tiny piece of cloth. More

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