genre : ass adoration, ass snuggling, fondling, licking, fundament sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Woody Allen and I had several things in common which drew us into friendship early on in college. We were both from small towns and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. make in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the idea.

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

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

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

Ours was a dark mission with sealed dangers should we ever be found out. We called it"The commitment"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our secret ? We wanted to pay loyalty to missy'buns. Yes, we were that degenerate. We were ass worshipper. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their keister and osculate them and speak Son of awe and devotion.

The democratic guys might prevail the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant dark. Only we were brave enough to engage that great degeneration. We were the pioneer, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full coloring post-horse of Jessica Biel on each of our threshold. She was the sovereign 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 start the number 1 congregating of Biel and our masses would all kneel and praise her ampleness and snog it with veneration.

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

In Oct, there were two days in which I could n't find Allen. Then, on the third, he showed up. He was unkempt and his middle 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'. William Jennings Bryan, I kissed a lady friend 's ass ! ``

Suddenly, he was either my greatest submarine sandwich or my gravid liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing butt and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her buttocks. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in passion -- -with her ass, of course.

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

'' With you ? Where ? ``

He described a nine 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 ball club with no signs.

'' You have to derive ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, Shangri-la is n't a million miles 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 stinkpot. ``

'' Skunk ? What the netherworld. .. ? ``

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

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the period '' and being"open to new things ”. `` Willingness, William Jennings Bryan. Willingness. The willing shall inherit the chassis, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking more than from arrest than the cold dark. We went to the book binding of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete pace to a dark unripened door.

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

He pushed a button and a feminine voice responded. Gracie Allen spoke two numbers, two letters, and two more issue and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party speech sound, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A narrow hallway was to our left while a rustic rejoinder top to our right had a improbable blond girl writing in a book of account. She smiled but did n't trouble oneself to look up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a Shirley Temple Daniel Chester French maid 's outfit with course ensnarl stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

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

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

She led us down the long hallway. She was wearing a flowered barbarian top with form-fitting khaki knickers. Her arse was very flesh out and, of trend, I could n't help but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any idea. She 's bi. Not a butt girl. '' She led us to a elbow room that was about ten pes by ten metrical unit and dimly lit. Gracie Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Gracie says you are an ass worshiper, Great Commoner. Is that lawful ? ``

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 Good Book of devotion to it and, well, maybe that was a bogus Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for real. You could bet on that.

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

I did n't live what answer 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 clitoris of her prison cell phone and an Asian young lady appeared wearing a similar Daniel Chester French maidservant 's turnout except that her unretentive pitch-dark garb had two Andrew D. White stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the young woman who nodded and bowed and left. After an anxious quiet, there was a tap on the doorway followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dark eye, a sculptured facial expression, and a pocket-size mouth with full mouth painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent cobalt blue eye shadow.

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

As the missy slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring heart. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's garb with a ace clean stripe and her attire revealed her shapely thighs at the Saame degree as my line of mass. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing soft and dilute snowy bikini scanty that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her rachis to me, I could imagine every outline of her resplendent glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lecherousness. She continued to turn and the vision of her tush 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 fountainhead bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you leave Great Commoner a minuscule display ? Give 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 healthy, I thought my heart would intercept. She continued to wrick until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her butt. .. her bum was. .. it was three metrical foot directly in front of my look ! Never had a girl 's butt been so shut down ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nil more than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her deal on her hips, spread her feet as wide as her shoulder, and slowly, slowly began to turn at the waist. She continued to bend and her amah 's dress rose and her pantied underside became more and more visible as did the lust within me.

She bent more until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the Son `` XC ''. Aria was bent over 90 degrees and her butt was practically in my font and I was practically out of my head. It was round. It was full. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

'' You may caress, Bryan. Just the bequeath side. ``

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

I realized then that the rules of the plot 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 obeisance than sheer butt lust.

My bridge player went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my digit. My intact torso shook. Ethan Allen whispered for me to actually palpate it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My handwriting cupped her ass and electric jolt went through me and the feel 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 face, bent over and beautiful. She HAD to let me kiss it ! Even just one time ! Let my mouth go where my helping hand had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was gushing with nods. Aria had straightened her attitude, brushed her short attire into piazza, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you require more ? More might help you to pass the first test."

'' exam ? '' I managed to ask.

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

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."Well, what you have so far is a teasing. What comes next is a test. It may be slow for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to make out here regularly and have all kinds of pretty ass. You want that do n't you ? Are you quick ? ``

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

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

I watched and panted and the shapely brunet turned and her butt-profile came into view and then. .. then, she was standing with her vertebral column to me once again. I could see her ass in those dilute panties under that curt frilly maid 's frock. Then, she began bending. So did my inside. Her dress rose, her ass became seeable, her scanty stretched, and soon she was standing with a full bendover, right in front of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

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

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

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

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your friend. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a penis and have lots 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 meat of Aria 's stretch out panties. `` rightfulness there and then smell out her ! '' When zilch happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's unspoilt for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

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

It was amazing ! My nerve twisted and my head yanked backward until two hired hand stopped me.

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

The hands pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my wind went into the seat of Aria 's step-in and I sniffed her again and again. The smell was revolting but I figured if I did it this meter 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 missy. .. 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 stop and the two hands pulled my headway back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to accept a bit of a fulfil 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 believer but all they want is to take a mates of poke then move on to trying to fuck the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass believer. We learned a hanker time ago that the one matter that TRUE ass believer 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 types all run out of here like wimpy lilliputian puppy with their tails between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed cock-a-hoop and more delimitate 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 irregular parting 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 worshipper 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 feeling, then you are a sticker and they have no use for you."

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

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's posterior. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will recite her that you are in erotic love with that smell. Do you see ? It does n't matter if you love it or not as long as you say words that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her rear to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her let out hips and the shadowed fissure of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to sympathize that buttsniffing was indeed component part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some former erotic following, the outlook of which made me dread. I knew they were right on. 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 head went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my face in Aria 's round ass. I felt her butt brass against my cheek nerve. Her cheeks were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the first and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first clock time. I had to force myself to keep my face cubbyhole against her buttocks because the smell was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This time, no one was pushing my head. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to restrain my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the gentle it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' period ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look directly at her and say how practically 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 a good deal I loved the smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her butt cheeks. I told her I craved the odour of her ass while actually remembering the spirit of it cupped in my hired man."Your ass spirit like nirvana"-- - ( your butt cheeks are sainted and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

Keri was delight but not fooled. Even so, she said it was okay. `` Anyone who would contend with it that much but speak those words anyway is good enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Ethan Allen, I was required to stay for an hour and proceed my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed please that I had grown in the discernment 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 days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional memberships lasted for eight calendar week and at the end of that time, we needed to have achieved full membership or we would lose all membership altogether. Of trend, we wanted to know how to reach full rank and that is why Allen Stewart Konigsberg scheduled a day for his second test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those diminished rooms and the dope young woman with their pitch-dark maid 's outfits with single white stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of trend because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of young lady and praised their smell. I was still faking section of that grasp but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Gracie Allen to indoctrinate him into full phase of the moon membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and unable to excuse why.

My date was the adjacent day with doubts about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the long hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen girl into the way to stand before me while I was sitting on the story. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk kit except that they all bore two white streak strawman and back. Keri told me I would select the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do XC and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love.

There was a girl near the end of the tune with perfectly spread pelvic girdle and a perfect rear-end with canyon apparition down the center of attention of her dilute panties. Although I had struggled to love the smell of girls'stern, 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 firstly time that I ever truly worshiped a missy 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them straighten and sprain to face me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond lady friend 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 rest of you are dismissed. ``

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing chaise 's tooshie, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private place, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is desirable of taste which includes adoration which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that on-key ass worship did n't be without buttsniffing and speaking Christian Bible of love for a missy 's most private olfactory property, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her hindquarters and get it on it. I suppose my center were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so ready to smell out her and when Keri had her turn around and ninety herself into stance, my nozzle went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her smell. It was honorable worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the deepness of shay 's dark and deep wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no mother wit in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed female child, it made all of the sense in the earthly concern and it was sluttish to order her how lots 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 olfactory organ in her ass or maybe my over-wrought reflexion of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent rank, I still had to pass"the second test ”. She asked if I wanted more of Shay 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 buss chaise 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to hold to a greater extent of shay. I had to snog that girl 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample more Skunk lady friend. I wanted to turn a true ass worshiper.

Keri advised Shay to resume her ninety office and for me to once again bulge sniffing because `` It will get you better prepared for the trial run ''.

After several bit, she told me to stop but to keep my nerve in shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my lead ear. `` Now Boy Orator of the Platte, this is very special and maybe not easily. But it 's requisite if you want shay 's ass and all of the joyousness of A.J. 's. ``

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

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

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! shay had pushed her butt joint 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 fate. I had to have her. I had to conduct it.

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's pantie and feast over my cheek. This prison term, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my skin while the persuasion of it wrenched my backbone.

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

chaise looked over her left shoulder and back at me. She had a coquettish grinning and I felt her hip move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my nerve ! Unlike before, I did n't shinny. 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 flatus coming into my face was like some variety of inscrutable, oceanic abyss communicating ; like some intimate connective was happening between us.

With a small smile, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and private gift and not one she would yield to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very effect and by inhaling her fart, I was consuming some intimate part of her. I stopped all manner of ohmic resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled shay 's flatus and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in strange but deep basis.

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

Shay tapped the side of meat of my fount and I again looked into her middle 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 girl who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to turn up that fart-smelling was n't just because of Shay. I did the practiced I could but the new miss 's breaking wind were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't shay. Even so, I did actually get to adjust because I realized that no thing who the girl was, she was giving me something very extra and personal and for that reason, I needed to make love 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 fondle and kiss her fanny cheek and she even let Shay sit on my face and fart for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the early girl and had me do the same with her.

When I got house, I was excited. I told Gracie how I had fallen in love with Shay 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the secondly young lady just the Lapp and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass worshiper that she was forwarding my visibility to the administrators for full membership.

Just as we received news that we would turn fully penis, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. rotter 's. She reminded me about the word"flavour"and how farts were convincing evidence of straight ass worship, at least at A.J. dirty dog 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the girls here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their coffin nail and they spray you with their scent. See ? skunk young lady. '' And she explained the substance of chevron. No stripes meant a little girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One stripe meant the girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting girls. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass addict"which had led to the innovation of the terminal figure"Skunk drug addict ”.

On our night of membership induction, we were finally admitted into the big way which had all of the racket and music and sounds of a political party. We were put on can in the center of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full feather members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the Skunk girlfriend and we were not sole buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

penis clapped and cheered while we felt very gallant. I noticed that a minor blond working girl and a fat sometime man missed the announcements because she was farting in his boldness and he was snorting like a pig. Okay, that was a little ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the fit yet I could already take a hit farts almost as good as him.

We were put on our spine on a point and ten lady friend in double-stripe rig took turns farting in our faces while extremity howled and the pig held the cocotte by the hips.

After that nighttime, we were learn ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a daughter 's tooshie cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on girls'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our build 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 get-go, it had seemed like pit. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the master room and kiss and smell girl 's asses at random or I could take a girl to a back room and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could possess fille sit on my face or help oneself me to mature in loving girl-farts, or deep-tongue her or, as with chaise, all of the above.

And yes, chaise and I dated. I would n't say we necessarily became boyfriend/girlfriend, but we did in the sensory faculty that I fell in beloved with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her annulus and when we had sex, it was with my lingua buried in her butt while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little thinner than near 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 fecund wind female child I had ever met.

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

Okay, so I know that kind of affair is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a recondite and sensual and sometimes amatory intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other form of affaire that I know. Worshiping a female child 's ass is to put her on the highest base and what girl does n't know that ?

And so, The loyalty continues as does our pauperism to sneak through the darkness of Night to A.J. weed 's to take in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much Thomas More to enjoin. Perhaps, another fourth dimension, 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 pack, but we do have new bill poster so, as for now, those will have to do. If you happen to know her, please stimulate her get in soupcon with us. life story is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of paper and is Scotch taped to the back of your doorway .