My fondest memory
'My spidey sense is canningaling' I announced at the top of my voice. She looked hopeful that something else may happen but we both knew what I was there for and she had been paid good money. The damp inside the small cubicle filled the air with a must that could be tasted and burned the eyes, lungs and throat.
I was bent double with my gaudy legs up by my ears and my quivering anus edging ever closer to her open gullet. A solitary tear rode down her cheek and another rolled down mine.
I wrenched up and down, up and down, my torso riding up in the air and back down again with ever increasing gusto.
There was a much more threatening tone to my voice as I pushed my face into her field of vision and again announced. 'My spidey sense is canningaling!' she nodded knowingly and as my pinched gulliver twitched she turned and squinted and squirmed in her seat.
The feces began to pour out. A four inch thick sturdy logstick that defied the size of the hole from whence it came.
It plopped down onto my belly with a satisfying 'thud'.
She reached into her pocket and pulled a small lace hanker-chief with which she dabbed the corners of her dainty mouth.
'I'm sorry about that' she explained in her regal tones, 'one just needed to have a giant shit out from ones mouth.'



I buttoned up my trousers and fled the scene.
Imagine my surprise when i saw her two years later in the movie Star Wars dressed as an old man with white hair and a brown flowing robe.
(JinDod, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 14:05, Reply)