As we went inside the house, we were greeted by camille's mother. 
"Feliz Navidad, Mama'!" Camille exclaimed.
"Hola, como estan! (How are you?)" Carmela exclaimed as she hugged Camille and I.
"Bueno, mama'(Good, mama.)," Camille answered. "Y tu? (And you?)"
"Estoy bien tambien (I am well, too). . . Y traes su novio aqui!" (And, you brought your boyfriend here.)
"Yeah. We came to see the parade today."
"Oh, well, It's going to be starting pretty soon. >
"And how?s auntie Marisol?"
"She?s doing fine. She has a job at the hospital."
"That?s good! I?m glad to hear that."
Just then, I had to pee really badly.
"Perdonme, (excuse me) de donde es tu bano?" (where's your bathroom?)
"It?s down the hall, but I think Marisol is in there. You can go check and see if she's still in there, okay?"
"Okay."
I then proceeded to the bathroom to see if it was occupied. The door was closed. I then quietly stood by to hear what may be going on in there. The noise I heard told me not only was Marisol still in there, she was announcing why she was in there in the first place. Then I heard a "plunk" and another noise. That got my "friend" down south very interested. I stood a little longer to hear two more nioses. I figured that I should be going back to Camille and Carmela. I was then really desperate to pee.
"Hey, Cliffie baby!"
"What?" I asked.
"Look up," "She" said.
I looked up. There was some mistletoe 
hanging from the doorway. Camille's mother smiled as Camille came up to me. Camille grabbed my butt and started to kiss me passionately. I then grabbed her big bootie as well. Then, my "friend" down south rose to the occasion again. I want to make love to her right then and there.
While in the kitchen, I was listening to Camille and her mother talk about their family in Spanish. I could understand what they were saying even though Carmela has to be reminded by me that I can understand what she is saying. After 10 minutes had excruciatingly went by, I heard a flush and a middle aged woman in a nice black dress enter the kitchen. 
Marisol was so attractive for her age. I was tempted to do some whoopie with her, but my heart was with Camille, and hurting "her" would be wrong. After I said "hello" to Marisol, I then went to the bathroom to pee. After I was finished, I helped out Camile and "her" family with the cooking. Soon, Carmela had excused herself to the bathroom. I got hard again as I noticed that Carmela was gone for more than 5 minutes. I then stole away to the bathroom, and I then heard her going at it. My friend at this point was having a field day. After I calmed my friend down, I went back into the kitchen to continue helping out. Later, Carmela came back and helped out.
At last, dinner was served. After we all had eaten, the parade outside started. We went outside to watch. As we saw the floats go by, I noticed that Camille was staring motionless. I could have sworn that "she" was wanting to do something. Usually, Camille is very energetic, especially during events like this.
Then "she" said to me,
"Hey, Cliffie, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Okay," I replied.
Camille then went back into the house as I continued to watch the parade. A few minutes later, I went back into the back of the house to check on Camille. My assumption was proven right. "She" was inside of the bathroom pooping. (Check out http://www.freedrive.com/ASP/PostFolderShortcut.asp?fsc=2663184) It stunk really, really bad. "That's my girl!!" I thought to myself. " I can't wait to pump your big bootie!" I got hard again. . .
"As soon as we get home, you ARE mine!"
Back at my house, we were at work making mad passionate love to each other. For about 45 minutes, I was pumping her big bootie hole with my "friend". I wasn?t cumin anytime soon, and that was just as well because Camille was obviously enjoying "herself". But something interesting happened as soon as I was about to cum. Camille cut a fart right on my rod and cut another one right after that. I then felt something push against my rod.
"Cliffie, baby, I am so sorry that this is happening, but I can?t hold it anymore."
As soon as I pulled my friend out, that's when I got another shock of my life. I lay witness to Camille pooping a turd from the doggy style position right onto the bed. It was nice and brown as it came out ? not to mention really stinky! (Go here to see for yourself:http://www.freedrive.com/ASP/PostFolderShortcut.asp?fsc=2661588)
"Oooooh, I?m so sorry, Cliffie baby!"
"It?s okay," I said with satisfaction as I got up to remove the poop-stained sheets.
Camille then got up and continued pooping in the bathroom. As I finished putting on the new sheets, Camille was just announcing the conclusion of "her" movement by flushing. I then asked,
"Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"Good!" I said smiling. I then started kissing Camille and started again . . .
After I came and our little bout of lovemaking was done, we laid in the bed cuddling each other.
"Are you still go out to see your friend in Oklahoma?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well, I?m going to miss you."
"Well, I was just thinking ? what if you came with me?"
"What ? really?"
"Yeah. Look, it wouldn?t be right for me to go there and leave you here. Besides, I would miss you too." I said pathetically.
"Awwww, Cliffie, baby!" Camille said as "she" kissed me.
The next day, Camille and I started packing the amphibious plane that was parked in my back yard. Camille sat outside on the porch as I made sure everything was locked down while we were gone. I came outside to the porch. There "she" was beautiful as ever as "she was sitting on the chair inside the porch.
"Are you ready?" Camille asked.
"Oh, yeah! Lets go," I said enthusiastically.
We got inside of the seaplane 
and took off from the Miami harbor. We were airborne and headed for Key West. An hour later, we arrived at Key West Airport. As we approached the business jet, Camille had a really astonished look on her face.
"Are you really flying this plane?" Camille squealed.
"Yeah, I am."
"I?m so excited! I?ve never flown in a business jet before."
We boarded the plane and after I did a thorough check of the aircraft, we took off. With Camille sitting in the co-pilot?s seat, I set the flight navigation information in the autopilot, I let the plane fly us to Houston. I then had a really bad case of cramps. I knew what that meant. I told Camille to watch the instruments as I excused myself to the lavatory. Inside, I took out a magazine that was hidden behind the lavatory closet. I flew this plane to the Paris airshow, and I took a shit as we were coming back. I looked through this very magazine that I got at an adult store as I "dropped my friends in the pool". After I was through, I hid the magazine in the closet because of the stupid feminist engineers who "had" to tag along! Anyway, I enjoyed looking at it, as I still do while I called a hotel in Oklahoma to reserve a room.
As I wiped, flushed, put away the magazine, and pulled up my pants, I could smell my doo-doo. I pushed some really stinky doo-doo, the kind that Camille pushes out of "her" big "latina" 
booty.
I returned to the flight deck and manned the controls again. I was navigating through the dense cloud cover as I used IFR (instrument flight rules) to land at Houston Hobby airport. After refueling, we proceeded on to Dallas International and then off to Oklahoma where we landed in a town called Altus.
>As went got out of the plane and got a rental car, I started telling Camille about Joe?s situation, his aeronautical work, the high school I went to, and my senior class reunion.
"Well, I know that you're not wanting to go to your class reunion, but you did good by coming over here to see your friend. You never know, Cliffie, he could go away long before you realize it."
"I know," I replied.
"It's going to be all right, baby," Camille said while "she" was holding my hand. I really was glad that "she" came along.
We got to Joe's house, which was located by an old airship (blimp) hanger. We came to the door and I knocked. Joe, who was walking with a cane, opened the door.
"Well, Cilff! I'm glad to see you," Joe exclaimed as he hugged me.
"Who?s your friend?"
"This is my girlfriend, Camille. Camille, this is Joe."
"How are you?" Camille asked as "she" shook Joe's hand.
"You know, Cliff's very lucky to have a senorita as beautiful as you."
Camille then blushed.
"Well, come on inside."
As we came in I noticed that Joe really decorated his place with all kinds of aviation stuff. I really liked that a lot. Camille was as equally as impressed ? "her" smile told me that. We then got to talk about what happened after graduation. I told him that after my parents retired from the military, I moved away and started attending the University of Miami and that I graduated 4 years later. I also told him that Camille graduated from the School of Business Administration from the same school, but didn't meet me until we both started working for Avitron Tech Aerospace. I found out that Joe graduated from Oklahoma State University with a degree in Aerospace Engineering, just like me. He had been working for Boeing for a while, but his creativity and their little tolerance for "independent thinkers" soon wasn?t going to work for Joe. Add the fact that he has cancer and that his former co-workers want to steal his ideas, and you have a guy who despite having been dealt a very bad hand, has seemingly risen out of ruin like the phoenix.
Then came the subject of his new aerospace design. He went to a drafting table and gathered a couple of technical drawing that were rolled up and some composition notebooks.
"Don't open these yet," Joe warned. I want you to see the finished product first.
Baffled, Camille and I followed him outside, across the field, and to the old airship hanger. Joe opened the side door and we went inside. Joe followed. The hanger was dark until Joe turned on the lights. What we saw was simply amazing. It was Joe's creation, but nothing I've ever seen before. It was unusual, but very interesting.
"She's a beaut, isn't she?" Joe asked beaming.
"Oh, I'd say she is," I replied.
Camille walked up to it and touched it.
"Wow, this is nice!" Camille said in awe.
"It really is, but I have a question for you. How are we going to move this thing from here to Florida?"
"Don?t worry about it. I knew you wouldn't find anyone who would help you to fly it over there, and you know that in my condition I can?t do it. Besides, the aeronautical datais more important, and I would like to see that gone over to Avitron before the plane ever gets there. Just pick it up anytime you have an opportunity to get someone else to help."
"Okay, but are you sure it's safe here?"
"Yeah. In fact I bought this hanger not too long ago. It's private property and Boeing couldn?t touch it even if they knew that it was here."
"That?s cool."
"So, not to change the subject, but where are you guys staying right now?"
"Well, we had reservations to the hotel by the airport."
"Have you checked in, yet?"
"No."
"Good! Stay over here for a few."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Besides, I have an extra room at the house. Just crash here for Christmas and the class reunion."
"Oh, no."
"What? Oh you don't STILL have a grudge against those people, do you?"
"Well, I kind of do."
"Oh come on! Don?t worry about them now. I know they gave you a hard time. They did to me too, but don't let them get the best of you again. Just go and have fun with me and your lovely girlfriend." Joe said with a smile.
Camille, blushing, comes over to me and holds my hand.
"Yeah, just go. Besides, I'll make sure that they don't mess with you ever again.
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