The Large Brown Paper Bag
Chapter Three
About an hour later the first one appeared. It was Kathy and her p***y was rank and foul smelling. She settled herself and then instead of pissing decided to talk.
“I’ve asked Sherry if I can borrow you once in a while after the wedding and she agreed,” Kathy said. “I think I could get used to have a portable toilet boy s***h tongue.”
What in hell was she talking about? After the wedding? Borrow me? This was supposed to be temporary. A convenience to help Sherry and her bridesmaids during the wedding and reception because of their dresses. I needed to have a serious talk with my bride-to-be but I had already learned that ‘toilets don’t talk’ so it would have to wait until she released me from this painful, degrading toilet stand.
Kathy had a bit
