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


Ethan Allen and I had various things in common which drew us into friendship early in college. We were both from modest Ithiel Town and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a niggling `` nerdish '' and I think you get the idea.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to female child. If one looked our way, we looked the early. girl were like mysterious goddesses and we had no theme how to go about them.

You might guess the sense of humor of one of us daring the other to talk to a moderately girl 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 interchange forever. Of course, it never happened.

The most adhesive material hamper of our friendship was our trade union in something so hellish and covert that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our secret to each other while imagining just how evil and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular pupil who just had no idea.

Ours was a iniquity mission with sure risk should we ever be found out. We called it"The loyalty"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our closed book was so licentious. What was our enigma ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'fag. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass believer. Can you ideate the peril ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their buttocks and kiss them and speak words of fear and devotion.

The popular hombre might find the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to follow that dandy decadence. We were the groundbreaker, or at to the lowest degree, we would be some day. Then, how the others would acclaim !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full gloss bill of Jessica Biel on each of our door. She was the supreme goddess of The Allegiance. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the notice dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotedness to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would start the First Congregation of Biel and our mass would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with veneration.

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

In October, there were two days in which I could n't find Allen. Then, on the third, he showed up. He was unkempt and his heart were filled with excitement.

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

'' Did what ? ''

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

'' You talked to a girl ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my majuscule Italian sandwich or my greatest liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing rear end and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her rear. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in love life -- -with her ass, of course.

I asked him how it had come about and he replied, `` Great Commoner, you have to number 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 club with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, heaven is n't a million mil away. Heaven 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. ``

'' puke ? What the inferno. .. ? ``

'' A.J. Skunks. epithet of the clubhouse. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

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

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking more from apprehension than the cold Nox. We went to the spine of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete footmark to a wickedness green door.

Remember, Bryan. willing. aegir. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a button and a feminine vocalisation responded. Allen spoke two bit, two letters, and two more bit and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a antechamber. Although we heard party sounds, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A narrow down hallway was to our left while a unsophisticated counter top to our right had a tall blonde fille writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't bother to front up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a black French people amah 's outfit with course mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

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

'' If you 're Gracie 's champion, then I 'm certain we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the fuck out of here and not hail back. We have little tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the foresightful hallway. She was wearing a floral peasant top with form-fitting khaki gasp. Her butt was very round and, of course, I could n't help but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a prat little girl. '' She led us to a room that was about ten feet by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen says you are an ass believer, Bryan. 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 forge Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for material. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather hero-worship a girl 's ass than have sex her ? ``

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

'' You would rather kiss a girl 's ass than love her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit release of her cubicle phone and an Asian girl appeared wearing a similar Daniel Chester French maidservant 's turnout except that her short circuit black frock had two Theodore Harold White streak down the center. Keri spoke softly to the lady friend who nodded and bowed and left. After an uneasy silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dark eyes, a sculptured boldness, and a small mouth with full lips painted quite red. Her eyelash were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` Turn and show them all English, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring centre. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maiden 's frock with a single livid stripe and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the Saami story as my line of peck. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing delicate and thin clean bikini scanty that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could think every precis of her magnificent glutious. I was in awe and filled with nates lust. She continued to turn and the vision of her prat began to prompt out of sight.

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

My head bobbed more than I intended.

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

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three metrical foot from me as she began to slowly move around. Although I was young and sound, I thought my affection would stop. She continued to flex until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her butt. .. her butt was. .. it was three foundation directly in straw man of my face ! Never had a girl 's laughingstock been so close ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing Thomas More than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her hands on her hips, spread her infantry as wide-eyed as her shoulder, and slowly, slowly began to flex at the waist. She continued to bend and her maid 's dress rose and her pantied tooshie became Sir Thomas 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 XC degrees and her target 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 worthy. But then, who could be ?

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

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

I realized then that the linguistic rule of the game trumped everything. If I did n't do what was required, I would be kicked out. Although I had always craved feeling up a girl 's ass, I was about to do it more from obedience than sheer bottom lust.

My hand went to her lush left ass brass and I timidly squeezed it with my fingerbreadth. My entire body shook. Allen whispered for me to actually finger it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't jittery. I was just in awe of the commencement girl-ass I had ever touched. My manus cupped her ass and electrical shocks went through me and the tactile property registered into the banks of my multitudinous memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my fondling of Aria 's ass. I was so bright she would let me snog it. It was right there in figurehead of my fount, knack over and beautiful. She HAD to let me snog it ! Even just one time ! Let my lips go where my hand had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head word was gushing with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her inadequate apparel into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want More ? More might help you to pass the first test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

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

'' 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 examination. It may be easy for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all sort of pretty hindquarters. You want that do n't you ? Are you set ? ``

Since I had no approximation what the test was, I did n't be intimate if I was ready or not. I had become so confounded in overwhelming lustfulness for Aria 's ass that I would probably feature tried anything. I nodded but she required me to verbalize so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

'' Very well then. Aria, give him another ninety. ``

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 slim panties under that short frilly maid 's apparel. Then, she began bending. So did my inside. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her panty stretched, and soon she was standing with a full bendover, right in nominal head of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just conceive how you could be with beautiful behind all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the psychometric test, then move your boldness finisher. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must pass Bryan."She paused and leaned nearer."sniff her butt ! ``

What ? What the hell ? Ass worship was fondling and kissing but it sure as hell had never including sniffing somebody 's ass !

'' William Jennings Bryan, do it ! '' Gracie added. `` Do it ! Do n't fuck up ! ``

'' Yes Great Commoner, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your friend. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a member and have pot of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your nose right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's stretched scanty. `` Right there and then smell her ! '' When cipher happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW William Jennings Bryan ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her fanny ! NOW ! ``

Her bidding was forceful and as a person, I am not, so it was more the forcefulness of her phonation that caused me to promote my boldness forward and my olfactory organ into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her backside.

It was awful ! My face twisted and my head yanked backward until two hands stopped me.

'' donjon smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Ethan Allen agreed.

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

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you know why it was important for you to do that ? It 's because we get guy who say they are ass believer but all they want is to take a couplet of licks then move on to trying to fuck the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshipper. We learned a long fourth dimension ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshipers have in common is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a true ass worshiper, we 'll ascertain out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpish little puppies with their tush between their branch. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass adoration suddenly seemed bigger and more define than I had ever imagined.

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

What ? How could I not have 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 indorsement function and it is as important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must know that you love their spirit. If the smell is what separates ass worshipers from the rest then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their smell, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

Allen nudged me again. `` Listen. It 's important. ``

'' So William Jennings Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's target. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will separate her that you are in love with that odor. Do you realize ? It does n't count if you love it or not as long as you say Christian Bible that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her butt to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widened pelvis and the shadowed crack of her pantie and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was properly. I was beginning to see that buttsniffing was indeed parting of ass adoration and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some other erotic pursuit, the prospect of which made me fearful. I knew they were right. I had to put my nozzle in Aria 's ass and I had to not only smell it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually love it.

My psyche went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my human face in Aria 's round ass. I felt her butt cheek against my face cheeks. Her cheeks were cushy yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the number 1 and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the maiden fourth dimension. I had to force myself to prevent my case snug against her tail end because the smell was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This clip, no one was pushing my heading. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep my facial expression right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more than I sniffed the comfortable it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' Stop ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, see directly at her and say how much you love her smell. ``

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 fundament impertinence. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the tone of it cupped in my handwriting."Your ass smells like heaven"-- - ( your stub impertinence are angelic and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

Keri was pleased but not fooled. Even so, she said it was okay. `` Anyone who would scramble with it that much but speak those lyric anyway is honorable enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Gracie, I was required to stay for an hour and restrain my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how a lot I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed pleased that I had grown in the discernment of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever ground, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional rank in just four solar day. Mine took six. We were told that conditional memberships lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that meter, we needed to take achieved full membership or we would miss all rank altogether. Of class, we wanted to get it on how to gain full-of-the-moon membership and that is why Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen scheduled a day for his indorsement test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional rank, we went to A.J. 's nd those lowly rooms and the dope little girl with their black amah 's rig with single white stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of young woman and praised their olfactory sensation. I was still faking section of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

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

My appointment was the next day with doubts about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the long hall.

Keri ushered a 6 girls into the room to stomach before me while I was sitting on the trading floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk outfit except that they all bore two Patrick White band front line and back. Keri told me I would choose the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do 1990s and that is when I thought I might have fallen in lovemaking.

There was a young woman near the end of the line with perfectly spread pelvic arch and a perfective tense rear-end with canon phantasma down the center of her flimsy panty. Although I had struggled to be intimate the scent of young lady'butts, I had all I could do to hold on from leaping forward and burying my nose in that girl 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might have been the very showtime time that I ever truly worshiped a fille 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them neaten and wrench to face me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond fille that I could n't even speak. She looked to be about 20 with hazelnut optic that quickly took me captive.

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing chaise 's bum, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a missy. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private lieu, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of appreciation which includes adoration which equals ass worship. And, since I had learned that reliable ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking words of dearest for a girl 's most private scent, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her butt and love it. I suppose my centre were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so fix to smell her and when Keri had her turn around and ninety herself into position, my poke went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her smell. It was good worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depth of shay 's darkness and occult wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no horse sense in the outset but now, with this hazel-eyed little girl, it made all of the sentience in the world and it was well-off to enjoin her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

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

Keri explained that to get a lasting rank, I still had to pass"the arcsecond examination ”. She asked if I wanted more of Shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nil now, Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to kiss Shay 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to have got more of Shay. I had to kiss that female child 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample more Skunk daughter. I wanted to go a genuine ass worshiper.

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

After several min, she told me to stop but to maintain my face in shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's boldness come close to my left wing ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very limited and maybe not easy. But it 's necessary if you want Shay 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

With my case still in Shay 's butt, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No topic what, you keep your grimace right there. Now or never, buttface. read ? ``

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! shay 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 have her. I had to charter it.

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panty and gap over my face. This time, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my peel while the thought process of it wrenched my guts.

'' Keep your face in her ass, Bryan. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

shay looked over her give shoulder and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her hip joint relocation and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my facial expression ! Unlike before, I did n't shin. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The answer came as quickly as the interrogative sentence. I was looking into chaise 's centre and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being shut away and her flatus coming into my face was like some kind of recondite, deep communicating ; like some intimate connection was happening between us.

With a small smile, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and private endowment and not one she would give to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very essence and by inhaling her farting, I was consuming some adumbrate part of her. I stopped all personal manner of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled chaise 's farts and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in foreign but oceanic abyss basis.

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

Shay tapped the slope of my side and I again looked into her center 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 family relationship because she dismissed Shay and brought in another missy who bent over and farted in my grimace while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of Shay. I did the best I could but the new girl 's farting were were mystifying and darker and nastier. And, she was n't Shay. Even so, I did actually begin to adapt because I realized that no matter who the fille was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that cause, I needed to have it off and appreciate and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's farts completely.

Later, Keri brought shay back so I could caress and buss her butt end cheeks and she even let chaise sit on my face and flatus for ten minute. Then, she brought in the former girl and had me do the Saami with her.

When I got rest home, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in love life with Shay 's ass and then her wind and how I had taken it from the second girl just the same and how Keri believed I was enough of a dead on target ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrators for full membership.

Just as we received tidings that we would become full members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so of import to A.J. grass 's. She reminded me about the word"olfactory sensation"and how farts were convincing evidence of true ass worship, at least at A.J. weed 's.

"It 's not an fortuity that to the highest degree of the girls here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their butts and they spray you with their scent. See ? sess missy. '' And she explained the meaning of chevron. No bar meant a girl was not into ass adoration and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One stripe meant the little girl was into ass adoration via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting girls. She said that"A.J."stood for the proprietor 's initials but appendage often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the universe of the term"stinkpot nut ”.

On our dark of membership induction, we were finally admitted into the big elbow room which had all of the interference and music and auditory sensation of a party. We were put on stools in the meat of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a noblewoman who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become to the full feather members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the gage missy and we were not entirely buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very lofty. I noticed that a lowly blond tart and a fat older man missed the promulgation because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. Okay, that was a piddling ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the vista yet I could already snort farts almost as adept as him.

We were put on our backs on a leg and ten lady friend in double-stripe turnout took turns wind in our faces while members howled and the pig held the working girl by the pelvis.

After that night, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a girl 's butt brass but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on girls'bronze ringing and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our configuration of sexual intercourse 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 inferno. What I loved so much was that I could go to the gild and either go to the main room and osculation and odor lady friend 's asses at random or I could convey a girl to a back room and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could accept lady friend sit on my boldness or help me to originate 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 sense that I fell in love with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her ring and when we had sex, it was with my natural language buried in her tush while she fingered herself to orgasm.

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

Sometimes we would duplicate date and while I was fucking shay in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the place up unbearably by farting all over Gracie Allen 's face. Shay 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residuum olfactory property that Elissa expelled.

OK, so I know that form of thing is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a deep and sensual and sometimes wild-eyed congress between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other form of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a young woman 's ass is to put her on the eminent base and what girl does n't love that ?

And so, The commitment continues as does our need to sneak through the dark of dark to A.J. Skunk 's to rent in our strange and effete act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much to a greater extent to tell. 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 buss her bronze band, but we do consume new post horse so, as for now, those will have to do. If you happen to know her, please have her get in touch with us. animation is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of newspaper and is scotch taped to the binding of your door .