Joan sucked on his finger like she had sucked his cock and swirled her tongue around it to ensure that she had gotten the last bit of his offering. Th...n she smiled up at him.This had all started two days before when Brian had returned home early from soccer practice because the coach had an important meeting and had shortened practice. He was shocked when, in the living room he found his naked mother on her knees giving a blowjob to their seventy year old widower neighbor while he fondled her. Since I was five or six years old Ihave often wished I had been born a girl but I know it now. It isn'tjust about the pretty clothes, Dad, there are lots of reasons I think I'mreally a girl. I'm not all that keen on football or rugby, climbingtrees and things like that, at school I preferred being with the girls.I like playing hopscotch, turning cart wheels and in PT, I love theswimming and gymnastics because they seem to have more moves that aregraceful, a sort of beauty to them. If I was. I drew the last of his load from his cock and began swallowing his thick load of cum. As I sucked and swallowed, Denise plunged my stiff cock into her mouth just in time for me to erupt. So as she was coming down from her orgasm, and Derek was cumming in my mouth, I came in her mouth. Our bedroom filled with sounds of moaning, groaning and wet slurping sounds. We were all breathing hard and we stayed in our postions for a few minutes with Derek's cock gently throbbing across my face, I was. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?”“Uh, I am just calling to tell you, Señor Ralph, that your parrot died.”“My parrot? Dead? The one that won the international competition?”“Yes, Señor, that’s the one.”“Damn! That’s a pity. I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?”“From eating rotten meat, Señor Ralph.”“Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?”“Nobody, Señor. He ate the meat of the dead horse.”“Dead horse? What dead horse?”“The thoroughbred, Señor Ralph.”“My.