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


Woody Allen and I had respective things in common which drew us into friendship betimes in college. We were both from pocket-sized townspeople and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the approximation.

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

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

The most adhesive bond of our friendship was our brotherhood in something so demonic and covert that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our orphic to each former while imagining just how evil and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular scholarly person who just had no idea.

Ours was a dark mission with sealed dangers 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 secret ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'can. Yes, we were that degenerate. We were ass worshiper. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girl and fondle their hindquarters and buss them and talk words of fear and devotion.

The pop guy rope might rule the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant nighttime. Only we were brave enough to pursue that great degeneration. We were the pioneers, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full color posters of Jessica Biel on each of our room access. 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 veneration to her rich rear-end and we promised that someday, we would start the First Congregation of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and buss it with reverence.

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

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

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

'' Did what ? ''

'' Boy Orator of the Platte, I did it. I actually did it ! ``

'' You talked to a little girl ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my with child Hero or my bang-up prevaricator. He explained how he had gotten down behind a lady friend and how she had an astound hind end and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her ass. 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 come 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 gild with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Boy Orator of the Platte, heaven is n't a million land mile away. promised land 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 rank. She 's not a Skunk. ``

'' so-and-so ? What the hell. .. ? ``

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

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the current '' and being"give 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 nighttime. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a specialize set of concrete steps to a darkness green threshold.

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

He pushed a button and a feminine articulation responded. Allen Stewart Konigsberg spoke two numbers, two letters, and two Sir Thomas More numbers and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party auditory sensation, we could not see through a room access ahead of us. A narrow hallway was to our left while a rustic counter top to our right wing had a tall blond lady friend 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 Gallic maid 's getup with course mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her wooden leg were amazing.

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

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

She led us down the foresighted hallway. She was wearing a floral provincial top with form-fitting khaki drawers. Her tush was very around and, of course, I could n't help but gaze. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a cigarette female child. '' She led us to a room that was about ten feet by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Woody Allen says you are an ass worshiper, 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 idolatry to it and, well, maybe that was a fake Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for really. 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 know what do she wanted. I gave a shy nod.

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

She hit buttons of her cell phone and an Asian girl appeared wearing a similar French maid 's outfit except that her light dark dress had two white stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an nervous silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunette with sinister heart, a sculptured face, and a little mouth with full lips painted quite red. Her cilium were extended beneath iridescent peacock blue eye shadow.

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

As the young lady slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring centre. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's attire with a single white stripe and her wearing apparel revealed her shapely thighs at the Saami level as my line of visual sense. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing indulgent and slim white bikini step-in that hugged her very pear-shaped ass and when she was fully turned with her spinal column to me, I could imagine every scheme of her brilliant glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt joint lust. She continued to turn and the sight of her keister began to displace out of sight.

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

My headspring bobbed Thomas More than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Bryan a little show ? chip in us a XC. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three fundament from me as she began to slowly rick. Although I was young and salubrious, I thought my heart would bar. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. right hand before me ! Her tooshie. .. her keister was. .. it was three foot directly in forepart of my face ! Never had a girl 's butt been so shut ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing more than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her hands on her rosehip, spread her feet as wide as her shoulder joint, and slowly, slowly began to deflect at the waist. She continued to stoop and her maid 's attire rose and her pantied tush became Sir Thomas More and more seeable as did the luxuria within me.

She bent more than until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word `` XC ''. Aria was bent over ninety degrees and her tail was practically in my face and I was practically out of my idea. 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 get out side. ``

I was paralyzed. Allen Stewart Konigsberg poked me. `` Do what you 're recount ! ``

I realized then that the dominion 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 respect than sheer butt lust.

My hand went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my fingers. My entire dead body shook. Woody Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and quit being so damned edgy. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the first of all girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric impact went through me and the feel registered into the banks of my myriad memories.

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

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was effusive with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her light dress into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want Sir Thomas More ? more than might help oneself you to pass the first test."

'' psychometric test ? '' I managed to ask.

Gracie whispered, `` Yeah Bryan. 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 adjacent is a test. It may be loose for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to follow here regularly and have all variety of reasonably butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you ready ? ``

Since I had no idea what the tryout was, I did n't bang if I was make or not. I had become so mixed-up in overwhelming lust for Aria 's ass that I would probably have tried anything. I nodded but she required me to mouth so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

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

I watched and panted and the shapely brunet 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 scanty under that short frilly maid 's frock. Then, she began bending. So did my interior. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her step-in stretched, and soon she was standing with a full phase of the moon bendover, right in forepart of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just think how you could be with beautiful hind end all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the test, then move your side closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must pass Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."snuff her butt ! ``

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

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Woody Allen 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 draw of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your pry right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very centre of attention of Aria 's unfold step-in. `` right hand there and then smell her ! '' When nothing happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Great Commoner ! If you know what 's just for you, then sniff her cigarette ! NOW ! ``

Her mastery was forceful and as a mortal, I am not, so it was more the durability of her voice that caused me to push my face forward and my nose into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her buttocks.

It was dread ! My facial expression twisted and my head yanked backward until two helping hand stopped me.

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

The workforce pushed my head forward and I did n't defy and my nose went into the seat of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The flavor 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 adoration, but it was also not negotiable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to hold on and the two hands pulled my nous 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 know why it was important for you to do that ? It 's because we get guy rope who say they are ass worshipers but all they want is to bring a duet of slug then move on to trying to have a go at it the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass believer. We learned a farseeing time 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 encounter out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpy little puppies with their rear between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed swelled and more delimitate than I had ever imagined.

'' Although you did well, Boy Orator of the Platte, you have n't passed the trial run. ``

What ? How could I not cause 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 smell is what separates ass worshipers from the rest then you must let her eff 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 Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's butt. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will recount her that you are in love with that smell. Do you interpret ? It does n't matter if you love it or not as long as you say words that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her hindquarters to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her broaden hip and the shadow crevice of her step-in and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to see that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to bet for some former erotic pursuit, the vista of which made me awful. I knew they were right. I had to put my nose 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 capitulum went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my face in Aria 's beat ass. I felt her butt nerve against my face cheeks. Her impudence were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the commencement and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the number one time. I had to thrust myself to keep my aspect cubby against her buttocks because the smell was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This meter, no one was pushing my head. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to hold back my grimace right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the easy it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

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

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 much I loved the smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her hindquarters buttock. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the feeling of it cupped in my hand."Your ass smells like nirvana"-- - ( your buttocks buttock are beatific and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that form of thing.

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

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

Allen gained a conditional rank in just four daylight. Mine took six. We were told that conditional membership lasted for eight workweek and at the end of that time, we needed to deliver achieved wide rank or we would lose all membership altogether. Of trend, we wanted to know how to gain full rank and that is why Gracie scheduled a day for his indorse test and within hr, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those pocket-sized rooms and the puke girls with their black maid 's getup 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 girl and praised their look. I was still faking part of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Allen to indoctrinate him into full rank. He came home dazed and mumbling and ineffectual to explain why.

My appointment was the side by side day with doubts about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the foresighted hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen fille into the room to endure before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk outfits except that they all bore two white stripes front and back. Keri told me I would choose the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do nineties and that is when I thought I might have fallen in beloved.

There was a girlfriend near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a thoroughgoing rear-end with canyon shadows down the centerfield of her thin scanty. Although I had struggled to love the look of girls'butts, I had all I could do to celebrate 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 have been the very first time that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to reek it.

Keri had them straighten and turn to confront 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 chaise it will be. The respite of you are dismissed. ``

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing Shay 's tush, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a young lady. She is permitting you to take a breath in her most-intimate and most-private property, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of appreciation which includes worship which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that admittedly ass adoration did n't live without buttsniffing and speaking words of dearest for a girl 's most secret scent, then it meant to adore shay, I needed to whiff her stub and have a go at it it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so ready to smell her and when Keri had her routine around and ninety herself into position, my wind went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her olfactory modality. It was honest worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the astuteness of Shay 's dark and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed young woman, it made all of the sense in the world and it was slowly to enjoin her how very much I loved her ass and her smell.

chaise 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 expressions of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent membership, I still had to travel by"the second examination ”. She asked if I wanted more of chaise and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, Boy Orator of the Platte. 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 head cranked up and down like a bobble-head.

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

I had to have more of Shay. I had to kiss that young woman 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to try out more smoke girls. I wanted to turn a dependable ass worshiper.

Keri advised Shay to summarize her ninety attitude and for me to once again start sniffing because `` It will get you proficient prepared for the trial ''.

After several minutes, she told me to stop but to hold back my look in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my left ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very particular and maybe not well-situated. But it 's essential if you want chaise 's ass and all of the pleasure of A.J. 's. ``

With my grimace still in chaise 's behind, I nodded slightly.

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

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. .. chaise farted in my face ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my luck. I had to give her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panty and spread over my grimace. This prison term, it lasted much longer and the estrus of it warmed my tegument while the thought of it wrenched my catgut.

'' Keep your cheek in her ass, Great Commoner. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

Shay looked over her left shoulder and back at me. She had a flirtatious smile and I felt her pelvic girdle relocation and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my face ! Unlike before, I did n't scramble. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The answer came as quickly as the question. I was looking into Shay 's eyes and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being locked and her breaking wind coming into my face was like some kind of cryptic, bass communicating ; like some adumbrate connection was happening between us.

With a minuscule grin, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and individual gift and not one she would give to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very nub and by inhaling her farts, I was consuming some intimate region of her. I stopped all manner of electrical 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 strange but recondite basis.

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

Shay tapped the side of my aspect 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 young lady who bent over and farted in my look while Keri challenged me to demonstrate that fart-smelling was n't just because of Shay. I did the best I could but the new girlfriend 's farting were were deep and darker and nastier. And, she was n't shay. Even so, I did actually get 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 make out and apprise and be thankful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's farting completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and kiss her tush cheek and she even let chaise sit on my face and fart for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the other female child and had me do the Saame with her.

When I got domicile, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in sexual love with chaise 's ass and then her wind and how I had taken it from the endorse missy just the Lapplander and how Keri believed I was enough of a unfeigned ass believer that she was forwarding my profile to the administrators for full moon membership.

Just as we received newsworthiness that we would suit full members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. Skunk 's. She reminded me about the parole"feeling"and how farts were convincing evidence of true ass adoration, at least at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an accident that nigh of the girls here are dressed like dope. You put your faces in their butts and they spray you with their scent. See ? Skunk girls. '' And she explained the meaning of stripes. No stripe meant a young lady was not into ass adoration and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One chevron meant the daughter was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting girl. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the creation of the term"Skunk junky ”.

On our night of membership generalisation, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and music and sounds of a party. We were put on stools in the center of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a peeress who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become wide fledged members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the Skunk fille and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond tart and a fat senior man missed the announcements because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. Okay, that was a small ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already take a hit fart almost as near as him.

We were put on our spinal column on a microscope stage and ten girls in double-stripe outfits took turns wind in our faces while members howled and the pig held the tart by the hips.

After that night, we were learn ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a girl 's hind end cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our lip. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on female child'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our configuration 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 start, it had seemed like the pits. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the chief elbow room and kiss and olfactory sensation young woman 's asses at random or I could take a girl to a back room and worship her ass and sense her rosebud and snog it adoringly. Or, I could have got girls sit on my look or facilitate 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 love with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her closed chain and when we had sex, it was with my glossa buried in her hindquarters while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Ethan Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little dilutant than most but he loved her ass. He had become a fart junkie and that is why he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I mean, chaise could fart like an angel but Elissa was the most fecund flatus little girl I had ever met.

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

OK, so I know that variety of thing is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a inscrutable and carnal and sometimes romantic congress between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other course of familiarity that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the mellow stand and what girl does n't get laid that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our need to sneak through the iniquity of night to A.J. Skunk 's to engross in our strange and effete act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to tell. Perhaps, another clip, 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 mob, but we do make new posters so, as for now, those will suffer 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 newspaper publisher and is Scotch taped to the back of your door .