Margaret screams, and Isobel surprisingly quickly gets the idea to shove both her feet into the toilet bow, forcing Margaret’s face into the toilet water, silencing her scream. I expect it to be all clean once I inspect it. Indian Sex She pulls Cindy by the hair forward out of the stall. She can’t help but admit to herself – this was always one of her deepest fantasies, one that she’d shlicked it to many times before; watching the girls toilet activities on video, admiring their sweet young forms in class, and so on. “Alright, well.” Cindy turns. I’m quite the humanitarian you know. It’s me, Isobel.”
“Hey, Issy. “I knew you’d enjoy this.” laughs Margaret. Sorry for coming onto you a bit strong like that.”
An awkward silence again. . You cut my face. Should I?” Isobel whispers back cheekily. Isobel stands up straight, with her hands locked over her crotch, then bends into a slight bow. The completely swollen vegetable like purple-red breast flesh lay in-fornt of Cindy’s face on the cold concrete toilet floor, almost obscuring her vision. Clunk clunk. Turning a 180 and bending over, her broadening ass-cheeks open and like a gate, revealing a huge dark brown anus, puffy like a horse’s, and hairy all around. OUT! The nasty sound
