"Now we need avolunteer to administer 18 good ones to our Birthday Boys Behind, anyoneanyone?"A strapping 6-1 stepped forward. "It would be my pleasur... Miss Donnely." Oh goody, thank you Ed, Leslie honey set down your tray and step overhere." Leslie looked like a frightened Deer caught in the head lights."Come on sweety you know you need to be a sport." Oh please Aunt Helen I don't need a Birthday Spank." Helen marched overand grabbed Leslie by his right hooped ear ring and led him over to anow. Mark held the dog’s collar so it could not dismount & turn around. Claire was in an orgasmic haze of pleasure. She just lay there with Mark’s cock still in her mouth & waited until the dog’s knot released her cunt. After the knot had released her & Mark had tied-up the dog, he gently pulled her up to a kneeling position. The wolfhound’s thin semen was dripping out of her cunt. Claire was barely able to stand, so Mark carried her back to the house. She was ready for a warm bath & a night. "But do you have so many you can give them away?" she asked."I have a lot of them, and I even think I can find out how to make more out of clay," I said."How can you make something out of clay to cook in?" she asked."First we have to find the right kind of clay, then we must build a potters wheel, and then an oven to fire the pottery in after we make it," I said, and realized she couldn't understand much of that, especially after I saw her blank stare."Don't worry, I will show you soon and you. He undid his jeans and started masturbating. Soon enough his cock was rock hard and the two continued to talk dirty to each other. However Greg wasn't thinking about her sucking his cock. He was thinking about his brother giving him head. He was thinking about Kevin bobbing his head up and down his cock, swallowing it whole. He imagined his hand on the back of Kevin's head pushing it farther down on his cock.The conversation progressed to Greg talking about how he would be fucking her. At first.