genre : ass adoration, ass kissing, fondling, licking, butt sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Allen and I had several things in green which drew us into friendly relationship too soon in college. We were both from minor towns and we fell somewhere between the label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. project in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the thought.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to girls. If one looked our way, we looked the other. Girls were like mysterious goddesses and we had no idea how to come on them.

You might ideate the humor of one of us daring the other to talk to a pretty young woman and how the other would cumulate himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of magical bravado-dust had befallen him and his life was about to change forever. Of line, it never happened.

The most adhesive agent James Bond of our friendship was our trades union in something so diabolical and covert that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our mystical to each other while imagining just how evil and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular scholar who just had no idea.

Ours was a glowering mission with sure dangers should we ever be found out. We called it"The loyalty"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our secret ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'goat. Yes, we were that deviate. We were ass worshiper. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind young woman and fondle their buttocks and buss them and utter words of fear and devotion.

The pop guy wire might rule the daylight, but we ruled the reprobate night. Only we were brave enough to prosecute that gravid decadence. We were the groundbreaker, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would acclaim !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full-of-the-moon coloration post-horse of Jessica Biel on each of our doors. She was the supreme goddess of The loyalty. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the bill dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her copious rear-end and we promised that someday, we would embark on the First Congregation of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and osculate it with veneration.

It seemed so wondrous. But, there was a job : How in the Inferno would it ever occur if we could n't even talk to girls ? How would we worship any girl 's rear-end if we were scared shitless of them ?

In October, there were two twenty-four hour period in which I could n't find Ethan Allen. Then, on the tertiary, he showed up. He was unkempt and his middle were filled with excitement.

'' I. .. I. .. did it ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Did what ? ''

'' William Jennings Bryan, I did it. I actually did it ! ``

'' You talked to a girlfriend ? ''

'' No. 'IT'. I did 'it'. Bryan, I kissed a girl 's ass ! ``

Suddenly, he was either my swell hero or my greatest liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing stooge and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and snog her buttocks. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in love -- -with her ass, of course.

I asked him how it had come about and he replied, `` Bryan, you have to fall with me ! ``

'' With you ? Where ? ``

He described a club at 7th and Atherton but when I told him I had never seen anything but the Mustang Bar on that site, he said it was in a basement, a private cabaret with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, heaven is n't a million statute mile away. Shangri-la is right here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to come. Keri wants to meet you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

'' You kissed a Goth-girl 's ass ? ``

'' No, she 's does memberships. She 's not a Skunk. ``

'' Skunk ? What the blaze. .. ? ``

'' A.J. bum. name of the social club. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the flow rate '' and being"open to new things ”. `` Willingness, Bryan. Willingness. The uncoerced shall inherit the flesh, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking more from collar than the cold Nox. We went to the vertebral column of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete steps to a nighttime leafy vegetable door.

Remember, William Jennings Bryan. Willing. Eager. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a push button and a feminine voice responded. Allen spoke two phone number, two letters, and two more Numbers and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party phone, we could not see through a room access ahead of us. A specify hallway was to our left while a rustic counter top to our right had a grandiloquent blonde girl writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't bother to look up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a black Daniel Chester French maid 's outfit with course enmesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her wooden leg were amazing.

Keri approached. She was about five-foot-two with orange-tinted auburn whisker, a closed chain through her lower lip, and tattoos in various places. Allen introduced me and although she seemed friendly, she also seemed cautious.

'' If you 're Allen 's supporter, then I 'm sure we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the nookie out of here and not derive back. We have footling tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the tenacious hallway. She was wearing a floral peasant top with form-fitting khaki bloomers. Her rump was very one shot and, of class, I could n't help but stare. Gracie whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a keister girl. '' She led us to a room that was about ten fundament by ten human foot and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen says you are an ass worshiper, Great Commoner. Is that true ? ``

I somehow said that I was and told her about kneeling daily behind Jessica Biel and how I reverently kissed Jessica Biel 's ass and spoke words of devotion to it and, well, maybe that was a fake Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for very. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather idolise a female child 's ass than fuck her ? ``

I did n't make out what answer she wanted. I gave a shy nod.

'' You would rather kiss a fille 's ass than do it her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit buttons of her cell phone and an Asian female child appeared wearing a exchangeable French people maid 's outfit except that her shortly black garb had two white streak down the nub. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an uneasy silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning fauna I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dreary eyes, a sculpt case, and a small mouth with full rim painted quite red. Her eyelash were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` crook and show them all slope, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to plunge our adoring eyes. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's clothes with a single tweed stripe and her wearing apparel revealed her shapely thighs at the Lapp grade as my communication channel of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her visibility. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing subdued and slim lily-white Bikini panty that hugged her very unit of ammunition ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could reckon every scheme of her splendiferous glutious. I was in awe and filled with stub lust. She continued to turn over and the vision of her can began to move out of mass.

Keri asked, `` Now, if you are like Woody Allen you would like to fondle Aria 's ass, would n't you ? ``

My school principal bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Bryan a little display ? contribute us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was Loretta Young and respectable, I thought my centre would cease. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. rightfield before me ! Her butt. .. her butt was. .. it was three base directly in front man of my face ! Never had a girl 's backside been so close ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was naught more than than a butt-pauper.

Then, she did the something that will never, ever erase from my memory.

Aria put her manpower on her hips, spread her feet as panoptic as her articulatio humeri, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to bend and her maidservant 's dress rose and her pantied rump became more and more visible as did the lust within me.

She bent More until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word `` ninety ''. Aria was bent over ninety point and her butt was practically in my face and I was practically out of my judgement. It was round. It was full. It was heavenly. I was n't desirable. But then, who could be ?

'' You may fondle, Bryan. Just the left side. ``

I was paralyzed. Allen poked me. `` Do what you 're told ! ``

I realized then that the rules of the biz trumped everything. If I did n't do what was required, I would be kicked out. Although I had always craved feeling up a young woman 's ass, I was about to do it more from respect than sheer butt lust.

My hand went to her lush left ass impertinence and I timidly squeezed it with my fingers. My entire body shook. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned high-strung. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My script cupped her ass and galvanizing shocks went through me and the spirit registered into the banks of my infinite memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my hugging of Aria 's ass. I was so hopeful she would let me kiss it. It was right there in front man of my face, bent over and beautiful. She HAD to let me snog it ! Even just one time ! Let my lips go where my deal had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was burbly with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her short-circuit dress into piazza, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you desire Sir Thomas More ? to a greater extent might serve you to pass the 1st test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

Allen whispered, `` Yeah Boy Orator of the Platte. Remember. Be will. ``

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."Well, what you have so far is a tease. What comes next is a test. It may be easy for you. It may be unmanageable. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all kinds of pretty butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you set up ? ``

Since I had no idea what the test was, I did n't make out if I was ready or not. I had become so lost in overwhelming lecherousness for Aria 's ass that I would probably have tried anything. I nodded but she required me to speak so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

'' Very well then. Aria, yield him another XC. ``

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into view and then. .. then, she was standing with her back to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin pantie under that unretentive frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my interior. Her attire rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a full moon bendover, right in straw man of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just think how you could be with beautiful butts all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the test, then act your face closer. Yes, just like that. This is the trial you must happen Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her butt ! ``

What ? What the blaze ? Ass worship was fondling and kissing but it sure as infernal region had never including sniffing someone 's ass !

'' Great Commoner, do it ! '' Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen added. `` Do it ! Do n't jazz up ! ``

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your protagonist. He 's already done it and his rank is already being processed. You want to be a member and have lots of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your intrude rightfulness there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very mall of Aria 's extend panties. `` rightfulness there and then smell her ! '' When nil happened for a few second gear, she commanded, `` NOW Great Commoner ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her command was forceful and as a soul, I am not, so it was more the strength of her voice that caused me to push my face forward and my scent into Aria 's nighttime canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her butt.

It was dreadful ! My typeface twisted and my headland yanked backward until two hands stopped me.

'' hold smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Allen agreed.

The hands pushed my headspring forward and I did n't resist and my pry went into the seat of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The odour was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a member, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my face wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a girl. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smell it ? I thought I would hurl but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not negotiable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to kibosh and the two hands pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to have a bit of a satisfied smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you make love why it was important for you to do that ? It 's because we get guys who say they are ass worshipers but all they want is to take a couple of licks then move on to trying to have it off the missy. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a farsighted time ago that the one matter that TRUE ass worshipers have in common is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a straight ass worshiper, we 'll detect out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpy little puppies with their bum between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed adult and more defined than I had ever imagined.

'' Although you did well, Great Commoner, you have n't passed the test. ``

What ? How could I not take in passed ? I had sniffed Aria 's ass just like she told me to and for as long as she told me to.

'' There 's a second gear portion and it is as important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must KNOW that you love their smell. If the smell is what separates ass believer from the sleep then you must let her cognize that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their smell, then you are a stumper and they have no use for you."

Allen nudged me again. `` Listen. It 's of import. ``

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniffle Aria 's seat. You will whiff it and smell it fully and you will tell her that you are in love with that flavour. Do you sympathize ? It does n't weigh if you love it or not as long as you say news that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her arse to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widened coxa and the shadowy fissure of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to understand that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some other erotic quest, the chance of which made me fearful. I knew they were right. I had to put my nose in Aria 's ass and I had to not only sense it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually love it.

My headland went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my face in Aria 's cycle ass. I felt her butt cheeks against my fount nerve. Her cheeks were delicate yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the first and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first time. I had to storm myself to go along my face snug against her backside because the flavor was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This time, no one was pushing my drumhead. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the easier it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' halt ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look directly at her and say how much you love her tone. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by substitution. What I mean is that while I was saying how much I loved the smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her rear end face. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the tactile property of it cupped in my hand."Your ass look like heaven"-- - ( your butt impertinence are sweet and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

Keri was please but not fooled. Even so, she said it was okay. `` Anyone who would struggle with it that much but speak those Book anyway is in effect enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Woody Allen, I was required to stay for an hour and go along my nozzle in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed pleased that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to fit in because, for whatever grounds, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional membership in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional rank lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that sentence, we needed to bear achieved full rank or we would recede all rank altogether. Of form, we wanted to have intercourse how to gain full moon membership and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his instant test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those minuscule rooms and the lowlife girls with their black maid 's outfits with single white stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of form because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girls and praised their flavour. I was still faking part of that perceptiveness but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Allen to indoctrinate him into full membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and ineffective to excuse why.

My appointment was the succeeding day with incertitude about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a elbow room nearer the end of the longsighted hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen young lady into the room to stand before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in smoke kit except that they all bore two bloodless band front and back. Keri told me I would select the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do mid-nineties and that is when I thought I might make fallen in love.

There was a lady friend near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a perfect rear-end with canyon shadows down the nerve center of her thin scanty. Although I had struggled to make love the olfactory property of girls'butts, I had all I could do to keep from leaping forward and burying my olfactory organ in that girl 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might own been the very first time that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to smell out it.

Keri had them roll out and plough to front me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond girl that I could n't even verbalize. She looked to be about 20 with hazelnut tree heart that quickly took me captive.

Keri saw where I was looking and reacted, `` Then shay it will be. The repose of you are dismissed. ``

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing Shay 's cigaret, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to rest in her most-intimate and most-private place, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is desirable of admiration which includes adoration which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that true ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking words of love for a female child 's most private odor, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her bottom and love it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so prepare to smack her and when Keri had her bout around and ninety herself into position, my nose went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her odour. It was honorable adoration ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the astuteness of Shay 's night and deep wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sensory faculty in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed girl, it made all of the sense in the world and it was easy to severalise her how very much I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to ill-treat away and stand-to. When she did, our heart locked and hers seemed as if she accepted me. I mean, maybe she wanted me to be her fellow. Maybe she loved my nose in her ass or maybe my over-wrought expressions of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent rank, I still had to pass"the indorse test ”. She asked if I wanted more of chaise and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to snog chaise 's ass do n't you ? ``

My head cranked up and down like a bobble-head.

'' Then, retrieve, it 's now or never. Comprende'? ``

I had to have Sir Thomas More of Shay. I had to kiss that young woman 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample Thomas More rat girls. I wanted to get a avowedly ass worshiper.

Keri advised shay to sum up her ninety position and for me to once again start sniffing because `` It will get you better prepared for the test ''.

After respective minutes, she told me to stop but to go along my face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my left over ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very particular and maybe not well-heeled. But it 's requisite if you want chaise 's ass and all of the joyfulness of A.J. 's. ``

With my face still in Shay 's bottom, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No matter what, you keep your face right there. Now or never, buttface. Understand ? ``

I nodded again. I would do anyth -- --

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! chaise had pushed her butt back slightly and then she had. .. she had. .. shay farted in my face ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my circumstances. I had to accept her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's scanty and spread over my case. This time, it lasted much longer and the high temperature of it warmed my skin while the thought of it wrenched my guts.

'' hold back your brass in her ass, Bryan. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

Shay looked over her leftfield shoulder joint and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her articulatio coxae move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my boldness ! Unlike before, I did n't struggle. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The solvent came as quickly as the dubiousness. I was looking into Shay 's heart and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eye being lock and her fart coming into my fount was like some sort of mystifying, deep communication ; like some intimate connection was happening between us.

With a pocket-size smile, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and buck private gift and not one she would present to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very essence and by inhaling her farts, I was consuming some sexual parting of her. I stopped all manner of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled Shay 's farts and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in unusual but deep footing.

Keri was pleased and said it was better than how Allen had done and I felt proud. Odd to think about that ; feeling proud to be a fartface.

chaise tapped the face of my face and I again looked into her eyes and she farted and I kept looking while I fully breathed her in. And so it went for quite some time.

I think Keri noticed our budding relationship because she dismissed Shay and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of chaise. I did the easily I could but the new lady friend 's fart were were deep and darker and nastier. And, she was n't shay. Even so, I did actually begin to accommodate because I realized that no matter who the girl was, she was giving me something very peculiar and personal and for that intellect, I needed to love and appreciate and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's breaking wind completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and kiss her butt nerve and she even let shay sit on my look and wind for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the former girl and had me do the same with her.

When I got home, I was excited. I told Gracie Allen how I had fallen in love with Shay 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the second base girl just the Same and how Keri believed I was enough of a unfeigned ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the decision maker for full membership.

Just as we received word that we would become fully phallus, I asked Keri why facefarting was so crucial to A.J. grass 's. She reminded me about the word"olfaction"and how farting were convincing evidence of avowedly ass worship, at to the lowest degree at A.J. crumb 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the little girl here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their buns and they spray you with their scent. See ? rotter girlfriend. '' And she explained the substance of stripes. No grade insignia meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One stripe meant the young woman was into ass adoration via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting missy. She said that"A.J."stood for the proprietor 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the innovation of the condition"Skunk Junkies ”.

On our dark of membership generalization, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the racket and music and sounds of a party. We were put on stool in the eye of what seemed to be a dance flooring and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full fledged members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the shutout girls and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very lofty. I noticed that a small blonde tart and a fat sometime man missed the announcements because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. OK, that was a niggling ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already huff wind almost as goodness as him.

We were put on our backs on a stage and ten girls in double-stripe outfits took turns farting in our faces while members howled and the pig held the tart by the pelvic girdle.

After that night, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a miss 's butt cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our sassing. .. you know. ... putting our backtalk right on little girl'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our physique of intimate congress and I must say, we not only learned a lot but we had ass, ass, ass, ass, ass ! It was heaven, even though, in the beginning, it had seemed like the pits. What I loved so very much was that I could go to the cabaret and either go to the chief room and kiss and smelling female child 's asses at random or I could postulate a girl to a back room and worship her ass and sense her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have missy sit on my face or help oneself me to grow in loving girl-farts, or deep-tongue her or, as with Shay, all of the above.

And yes, Shay and I dated. I would n't say we necessarily became boyfriend/girlfriend, but we did in the gumption that I fell in love with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her pack and when we had sex, it was with my tongue buried in her tail end while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little diluent than most but he loved her ass. He had become a break wind freak and that is why he wanted her to be his lady friend. I mean, chaise could break wind like an angel but Elissa was the most fertile fart girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double date and while I was fucking shay in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the position up unbearably by farting all over Gracie Allen 's look. Shay 's wind were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the balance aromas that Elissa expelled.

O.K., so I know that kind of thing is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a deep and sensual and sometimes romantic intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other form of liaison that I know. Worshiping a missy 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what girl does n't sleep together that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our penury to sneak through the dark of night to A.J. dope 's to betroth in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to recite. Perhaps, another time, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the throne of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze gang, but we do experience new bill so, as for now, those will take in to do. If you happen to know her, please have her get in touch with us. lifespan is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of composition and is Scotch taped to the cover of your door .