Lesbian Taking A Dump On Each Other

Lesbian Taking A Dump On Each Other

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A woman was caught “going for a poo” in a driveway in broad daylight on a Sunday morning.
CCTV cameras caught the woman, dressed in torn black jeans, black pumps and a khaki jacket, walking toward a back garden moments before human poop was found in a driveway in Cheltenham, England.
Students Hannah Lawton, 21, and Harris Stovell, 20, noticed the woman walk into their driveway at 8:20 a.m. and became suspicious about what she was doing.
When they opened the front door, they made a sickening discovery.
Lawton said: “When me and my boyfriend got up, we looked at the CCTV footage and thought, who is this woman and what is she doing?”
“The woman took a look at the front door as if she was looking to get into the back garden, then she went around the back for a couple of minutes.”
“We went outside to see what she may have been up to and when we opened the door, the smell hit us. ”
She added: “I mean, the flies that were on it, there were loads of them.”
“The other thing is the size of it, it was huge.”
“They must have been keeping that in for days.”
The couple were astonished that the woman was so brazen — and had even brought toilet paper with her.
“I had to supervise my boyfriend getting rid of it and he put it in the composter but you could hear him gagging.”
“But there was no way that I could bring myself to do it and we did not have any other way of disposing of it either.”
The police were informed as Lawton and her boyfriend were concerned about someone coming onto their property.
She said: “I did not know whether to laugh, cry or be angry.”
“The neighbors were walking past and I didn’t want them to think it was us.”
“The police have been called and the officer said that they had never heard of this sort of thing happening before and it was a first for them.”

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NASTY FAT BITCH.... I apologize now if this is you girlfriend or wife...

Ok....Dude and you needed to upload this.....WHY..??.....Don't tell me this is your chick....lol

haha, i told you not to watch it. Found it on Youtube, had to post it.

That is not a chick you faceless fuck. That is a fucking nasty bitch who nobody cares about.

shes ugly as whatevers coming out of her ass but still gave be a boner

eat some fiber you sick bitch...put the ding dongs and ho hos down remove hand from twinkie box and eat some roughage!and btw who the hell tapes themselves takin a dump anyway???

shes ugly as whatevers coming out of her ass but still gave be a boner

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It was Day 3 of our honeymoon…dun…dun…dun! A day I will never forget. A day I learned what marriage was really about.
It was just three days after our big wedding, our “I Do’s,” our commitment to spend the rest of our lives together. For better or worse. In sickness and in health.
My husband had no idea how quickly I would bank on those vows!
Day 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeable moods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits.
On the evening of Day 2, we dined at a gorgeous beach side restaurant. We ate. We drank wine–all while gazing into each other’s eyes as the waves crashed on the shore nearby. It was so romantic. However, the next morning on day 3, I awoke to a gurgling stomach – churning – aching.
I knew that something was going to come out somewhere. It was just a matter of time. NOOOOOOOOOO! Not on my honeymoon!
I wanted to hide my pain. I wanted to pretend all was well so we could go snorkeling and continue being flirty and sexy and enjoying our fairy tale of love and romance and happiness and fun.
I was about to ruin it all with a reality check of “the runs.”
I couldn’t hide it any longer. I had to tell my husband of 3 days that I had the stomach bug. Every 20 minutes throughout the entire morning, I was running to the bathroom and then crawling back to bed. My sexy new spouse was right there. He was getting me sips of water. He was dabbing my sweaty head with a cool wash rag. He sat in a chair next to the bed as I groaned and complained – helping me – encouraging me – being there for me.
As the trips to the bathroom started winding down, all my strength and energy and modesty were gone. I simply quit putting my clothes back on. I quit caring that we were on our honeymoon. I quit caring that I was pooping every 20 minutes in our Honeymoon Suite right in front of my new forever man. I quit caring that I was a mess. I flopped over onto the bed falling face first into the pillows, and I hear my husband of less than 72 hour’s voice whisper to me….”Honey, you have some poop on your butt.”
And I thought I couldn’t feel worse. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to die of pain and now, of embarrassment. I was just lying there – hot, sweaty, stinky, naked – with poop on my sun-kissed butt.
Without saying another word, my brand new mate for life went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, sat next to me on the bed, and——-wiped my butt. Yes, he wiped my butt. Now that’s love!
This moment will forever be known as our “Welcome to Marriage Moment!”
I was mortified, but at the same time, I was given a gift. A gift to see that my husband was going to be there for me no matter what. That he was going to be someone I could laugh with, have romantic dinners with, walk on the beach with, and enjoy the good times with, but he was also going to be someone who would stay by my side when I was at my worst. And that’s what matters most in life and in marriage.
We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. He has seen me even more vulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, very worst. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our three children. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs.
He’s been there–by my side–through it all.
It hasn’t been easy. We’ve even been near divorce, but I’m so thankful that we both have been able to move forward, press on, and persevere through some really rough times, tough conversations, and painful moments. We have both grown and allowed God to shape us into the individuals and into the couple that we are today. Through our struggles, we’ve gained strength, wisdom, trust, and confidence in ourselves and in each other. Our marriage gets stronger with every year…with every day.
Even now, on Day 6,052 of our marriage, the honeymoon is well over, but we continue to celebrate those moments throughout our lives that have brought us closer together – more committed to one another – forever. Best friends by each other’s side no matter what comes our way – poopy butts and all!
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