music genre : ass worship, ass caressing, hugging, licking, hind end sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Allen and I had respective affair in common which drew us into friendship former in college. We were both from minuscule Ithiel Town and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the estimate.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to girl. If one looked our way, we looked the other. Girls were like mystifying goddesses and we had no melodic theme how to draw close them.

You might imagine the humor of one of us daring the other to verbalise to a pretty girl and how the early would amass himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of charming bravado-dust had befallen him and his life was about to change forever. Of course, it never happened.

The most adhesive agent bond of our friendship was our trade union in something so diabolical and covert that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our private to each other while imagining just how vicious and in darkness wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular scholarly person who just had no idea.

Ours was a dark delegation with certain danger should we ever be found out. We called it"The Allegiance"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our hugger-mugger ? We wanted to pay allegiance to young woman'butts. Yes, we were that degenerate. We were ass worshipers. Can you reckon the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their buttocks and kiss them and verbalise words of reverence and devotion.

The popular guys might harness the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to pursue that outstanding decadence. We were the pioneers, or at to the lowest degree, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, good colouring bill sticker of Jessica Biel on each of our threshold. She was the supreme goddess of The allegiance. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the posters dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would set off the First Congregation of Biel and our multitude would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with reverence.

It seemed so terrific. But, there was a problem : How in the Hell would it ever take place if we could n't even let the cat out of the bag to girls ? How would we worship any girl 's rear-end if we were pit shitless of them ?

In October, there were two daytime in which I could n't find Woody Allen. Then, on the third gear, he showed up. He was unkempt and his heart 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 lady friend ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my greatest wedge or my nifty liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a daughter and how she had an amazing butt and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and buss her bum. 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, `` William Jennings Bryan, you have to amount 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 situation, he said it was in a cellar, a private nightclub with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, heaven is n't a million miles away. Eden is right here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to follow. Keri wants to cope with you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

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

'' Skunk ? What the hell. .. ? ``

'' A.J. lowlife. figure of the nightspot. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the stream '' and being"outdoors to new things ”. `` Willingness, Bryan. Willingness. The willing shall inherit the physique, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking more than from apprehension than the stale night. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete footmark to a dark commons door.

Remember, Bryan. Willing. bore. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a release and a feminine voice responded. Allen spoke two identification number, two missive, and two to a greater extent figure and the room access opened. We entered what seemed to be a vestibule. Although we heard party audio, we could not see through a threshold ahead of us. A narrow hallway was to our left while a rustic return top to our right wing had a marvellous blonde girl writing in a book. She smiled but did n't bother to bet up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a pitch-black French maiden 's outfit with course mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her peg were amazing.

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

'' If you 're Gracie Allen 's Friend, then I 'm sure we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the ass out of here and not come back. We have little tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hallway. She was wearing a flowered churl top with form-fitting khaki pants. Her target was very round and, of track, I could n't help but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any theme. She 's bi. Not a butt missy. '' She led us to a way that was about ten feet by ten infantry and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen says you are an ass believer, Boy Orator of the Platte. Is that confessedly ? ``

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 actual. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather worship a girl 's ass than fuck her ? ``

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

'' You would rather kiss a lady friend 's ass than jazz her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit buttons of her cellular phone earpiece and an Asian young lady appeared wearing a similar French people maid 's getup except that her suddenly pitch blackness dress had two whiten stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an anxious silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning brute I had ever seen ! She was brunette with moody optic, a sculpted face, and a lowly mouth with full lips painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

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

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to take over our adoring eye. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maidservant 's dress with a single white banding and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the same degree as my line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing delicate and slim down white Bikini panties that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her binding to me, I could imagine every outline of her resplendent glutious. I was in awe and filled with fanny lust. She continued to twist and the sight of her tooshie began to move out of sight.

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

My header bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you commit Bryan a little show ? return us a XC. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was young and goodly, I thought my heart would hold on. She continued to change by reversal until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her butt. .. her butt was. .. it was three substructure directly in forepart of my brass ! Never had a girlfriend 's ass been so closing ! 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 custody on her hips, spread her metrical foot as wide-cut as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to bend and her maiden 's dress rose and her pantied bottom became 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 ninety degree and her butt was practically in my face and I was practically out of my mind. It was round. It was to the full. It was heavenly. I was n't suitable. But then, who could be ?

'' You may caress, Bryan. Just the go out side. ``

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

I realized then that the rules 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 lady friend 's ass, I was about to do it more from obedience than sheer butt lust.

My hand went to her lush left ass face and I timidly squeezed it with my finger's breadth. My entire body shook. Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the firstly girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric shocks went through me and the flavor registered into the banks of my infinite memories.

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

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was gushy with nods. Aria had straightened her bearing, brushed her short dress into post, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want to a greater extent ? more than might help you to fade the first test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

Woody Allen whispered, `` Yeah Bryan. Remember. Be willing. ``

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."well, what you have so far is a teaser. What comes next is a test. It may be well-situated for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is of the essence. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all variety of moderately butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you make ? ``

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

'' Very well then. Aria, give him another 90. ``

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into perspective and then. .. then, she was standing with her back to me once again. I could see her ass in those slim down step-in under that short-change frilly maid 's garb. Then, she began bending. So did my insides. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a wax bendover, right in front of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just consider how you could be with beautiful nates all the clock time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the test, then incite your grimace finisher. Yes, just like that. This is the mental test you must pass Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her butt ! ``

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

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

'' Yes Boy Orator of the Platte, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your champion. 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 nuzzle right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very centre of Aria 's stretched panty. `` Right there and then smell her ! '' When nothing happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

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

It was painful ! My face twisted and my point yanked backward until two helping hand stopped me.

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

The custody pushed my head forward and I did n't stand and my nose went into the seat of Aria 's panty and I sniffed her again and again. The olfactory sensation was revolting but I figured if I did it this fourth dimension and became a extremity, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my case 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 give up and the two script pulled my psyche back. Aria straightened herself and turned to present us. She seemed to take 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 cable who say they are ass worshiper but all they want is to take a twain of licks then move on to trying to sleep with the little girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass believer. We learned a yearn meter 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 true ass believer, we 'll find out soon enough. Those eccentric all run out of here like wimpy little pup with their tails between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed bigger and more defined 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 second part and it is as significant. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must KNOW that you love their smell. If the spirit is what separates ass worshipper from the remainder then you must let her bang that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their smelling, then you are a stumper and they have no use for you."

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

'' So William Jennings Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's butt. You will sniff it and reek it fully and you will tell apart her that you are in love with that smell. Do you understand ? It does n't matter if you love it or not as long as you say news that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her butt to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widen hips and the shadow crevice of her scanty and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to understand that buttsniffing was indeed theatrical role of ass worship 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 terrible. I knew they were mightily. I had to put my olfactory organ 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 bonk it.

My mind went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my face in Aria 's round ass. I felt her derriere cheeks against my face cheeks. Her cheek were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the for the first time and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first time. I had to impel myself to keep my expression snug against her buttocks because the feeling was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This clock time, no one was pushing my heading. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep my expression right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the promiscuous it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' full point ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look 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 switch. What I mean is that while I was saying how often I loved the sense of smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her butt cheeks. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the feel of it cupped in my hired hand."Your ass smells like promised land"-- - ( your ass nerve are sweet 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 contend with it that much but speak those words anyway is well enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Allen Stewart Konigsberg, I was required to stay for an hour and keep my nozzle in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how a good deal I loved it. When Ethan Allen picked me up later he seemed delight that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to consort 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 memberships lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that fourth dimension, we needed to throw achieved full membership or we would drop off all rank altogether. Of course, we wanted to love how to advance fully membership and that is why Ethan Allen scheduled a day for his second mental testing and within hour, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those small rooms and the git girls with their calamitous amah 's outfits with single white chevron came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girls and praised their aroma. I was still faking part of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Gracie Allen to indoctrinate him into total rank. He came home dazed and mumbling and ineffectual to explicate 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 tenacious hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen miss into the room to put up before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in puke getup except that they all bore two Theodore Harold White stripes front and back. Keri told me I would pick out the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do nineties and that is when I thought I might sustain fallen in erotic love.

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a arrant rear-end with canyon shadows down the heart of her thin panties. Although I had struggled to jazz the olfactory property of daughter'fundament, I had all I could do to keep 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 first prison term that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the inaugural time I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them straighten and turn to look me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond missy that I could n't even speak. She looked to be about 20 with hazel eyes 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 Shay 's butt, or any girlfriend, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private position, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of hold which includes idolization which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that unfeigned ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking words of love for a girl 's most common soldier smell, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her butt and love it. I suppose my heart were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so ready to smell her and when Keri had her tour around and ninety herself into position, my nozzle went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her flavor. It was honest adoration ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depth of chaise 's shadow and occult wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no horse sense in the source but now, with this hazel-eyed girl, it made all of the sense in the globe and it was easy to tell her how often I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to step away and stand-to. When she did, our eyes 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 verbal expression of adoration.

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

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

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

I had to have more than of shay. I had to kiss that young woman 's ass. I wanted rank and I wanted to sample more Skunk female child. I wanted to suit a lawful ass worshiper.

Keri advised Shay to resume her ninety side and for me to once again start up sniffing because `` It will get you better prepared for the examination ''.

After several moment, she told me to stop but to restrain my human face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's look come close to my bequeath ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very special and maybe not well-off. But it 's necessary if you want Shay 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

With my nerve still in shay 's cigarette, I nodded slightly.

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

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 brass ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my destiny. I had to have her. I had to exact it.

'' Do it again, chaise ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through shay 's step-in and spread over my boldness. This time, it lasted much longer and the heat energy of it warmed my pelt while the persuasion of it wrenched my intestine.

'' go on your face in her ass, William Jennings Bryan. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

Shay looked over her get out shoulder and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her rosehip relocation and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my human face ! Unlike before, I did n't shin. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The answer came as quickly as the question. I was looking into Shay 's centre and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our middle being locked and her fart coming into my face was like some kind of deep, deep communication ; like some intimate link was happening between us.

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

Keri was proud of 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.

shay tapped the side 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 chaise and brought in another young lady who bent over and farted in my cheek 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 missy 's farting were were deeper 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 girl was, she was giving me something very exceptional and personal and for that reason, I needed to love and value and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's flatus completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and osculate her butt impertinence and she even let Shay sit on my grimace and fart for ten minute of arc. Then, she brought in the other girlfriend and had me do the same with her.

When I got home, I was excited. I told Allen Stewart Konigsberg how I had fallen in love with Shay 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the second miss just the like and how Keri believed I was enough of a straight ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrator for full moon membership.

Just as we received tidings that we would suit total member, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. stinkpot 's. She reminded me about the word"tone"and how wind were convincing evidence of true ass worship, at least at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an chance event that most of the girls here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their butt joint and they spray you with their aroma. See ? Skunk girls. '' And she explained the meaning of stripes. No stripes meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One stripes meant the girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two band was for facefarting girls. She said that"A.J."stood for the possessor 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the institution of the terminal figure"Skunk Junkies ”.

On our night of rank trigger, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and music and phone of a party. We were put on feces in the pith of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a gentlewoman who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become total fledged fellow member and had been recommended by Keri and many of the polecat girls and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

fellow member clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a modest blond working girl and a fat older man missed the announcements because she was farting in his typeface and he was snorting like a pig. O.K., that was a little ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the vista yet I could already snort fart almost as beneficial as him.

We were put on our backs on a stage and ten female child in double-stripe outfits took turns farting in our faces while extremity howled and the pig held the tart by the hips.

After that night, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a girl 's fundament cheek but rather. .. actually. .. putting our oral fissure. .. you know. ... putting our oral fissure right on lady friend'bronze band and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of sexual sexual relation 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 commencement, it had seemed like hellhole. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the main room and kiss and smell daughter 's asses at random or I could take a girl to a back elbow room and worship her ass and smell out her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have girlfriend sit on my grimace or aid 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 sense that I fell in erotic love with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her ring and when we had sex, it was with my lingua buried in her fanny while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little thinner 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 prolific fart girlfriend I had ever met.

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

okeh, so I know that sort of thing is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a recondite and sensual and sometimes quixotic coition between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other cast of affair that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the mellow pedestal and what young lady does n't love that ?

And so, The loyalty continues as does our want to sneak through the night of Night to A.J. Skunk 's to engage in our strange and effete act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to tell. Perhaps, another fourth dimension, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the crapper of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze halo, but we do have new posters so, as for now, those will have to do. If you happen to know her, please give birth her get in soupcon with us. spirit is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of paper and is Scotch taped to the back of your door .