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322pushing down his throat.His body shook as he swallowed and she vomited around the side of his cock and onto his stomach, still keeping her head full down as his cock spurted sperm like a geyser into her open stomach.She yanked herself off and lifted her arse to spin around and close her vomit-lined mouth with his shit-lined one and kissed him passionately, rolling her tongue against his. And then she broke off kissing him, lunged her body forward and sealed her urethra to his open mouth and emptied her bladder saying, %u201cDrink me. Drain me dry.%u201dAnd he did, swallowing greedily, as though he was at a holed cask of fine wine that he%u2019d discovered in a wealthy wine cellar. When she had emptied, she climbed off, laid herself down beside him, and pulled the duvet over them both before cuddling into him.%u201cYour poo tasted like fine velvet chocolate. It melted in my mouth, so beautiful.%u201d He told her.%u201cI know. Let%u2019s sleep now, Ken. There is much to do come the week.%u201d She said.%u201cThank you for all you%u2019re doing. I promise I%u2019ll help you get over the fire.%u201d He replied.They were in Wantage town standing outside the burnt-out shell of her shop. %u201cI%u2019ve heard from the insurance company. They phoned my mobile. I can%u2019t believe it. They refuse to pay me anything. They said no-one insures for riot or arson. It was one of the clauses in the agreement.%u201d She told him. %u201cI was with Lloyds.%u201dShe pointed at the bank, no more than six buildings away. %u201cWhat will you do?%u201d He asked.The Devil Drops By