Grey was presently in the club’s reading room, within a moment I was introduced to Mrs Grey and invited to join her in some refreshments, which I gl...dly accepted. After a few formalities related to who I was, what I did for a living, where wife, etc., the topic came down to the game of bridge and how she need a good partner, reliable and experienced with a wiliness to travel to tournaments. Listening to me attentively I could see her looking at my figure carefully; I was wearing the light. Silently I moved over to the bed to watch. Linda worked her magic on Donna's cunt. I could tell a finger or possibly two, were buried deep inside Donna's pussy. Linda's tongue worked on the magical little nub at the top of Donna's lips. I stood, amazed. Here was my good friend Linda with her face buried in my best friend Donna's crotch. Even after Donna's magnificent display in the bathroom, my dick started to harden again.I watched with greed as Linda gnawed on Donna. I could hear a sloppy. Or, Eric realized, how fiercely the nipples atop her b-cup breasts were pushing through the fabric of her red ribbed tanktop."Wow...you must have had her sooooo wet, Daddy! I can feel her juice all over you." Well...umm...Paige, you need to—" he struggled to string together a coherent sentence."I know!" she said, a smile breaking across her face for the first time since she got home, "I can make it up to you Daddy." She dropped to her knees and pulled off her shirt in one fluid motion. Her firm. The bird appeared healthy; it looked around, and seemed perfectly normal.After a few days in his new home, the bird began to speak. “Polly want a cracker”, etcetera, you know, the usual stuff.Time passed, and the bird began to swear. And swear, and swear. The new owner, a firefighter, was no stranger to Anglo Saxon turns of phrase, but, Lawsey! This bird knew some curses!The firefighter tried reasoning with the bird, and, for his trouble, was invited to have carnal knowledge of a goat.He tried.