I threw him out in disgust and she went for me, shouting that he was going to give her money for a fix and without it, she'd die."Don't talk bloody ru...bish mum," I tried to talk reasonably. "You don't need that shit." Watch your mouth, John," she shouted. "Just don't forget whose house this is and if you ever do that again, I'll throw you out, have you got that?" Yeah, I think so," I said and went to bed. But when I woke up in the morning, I found she'd sneaked into my room and taken all the. I whined again. ‘What’s wrong, baby?’ ‘I want you inside me. Now. Fuck me now.’ Before I had even finished speaking the words, he shoved into me with a force that equaled my need. With every thrust I felt him deep inside me, his balls slamming against my clit. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our animal noises, grunting, moaning and even what seemed to be growling. I wanted to say more, he loved it when I talked dirty, but I couldn’t form the words. I wanted to tell him how good his. I heard a call that I knew only too well. It was the call of the Sandhill Crane. I scanned the sky for the silhouette of the bird. At first I didn't see anything. Then, much to my delight, I spotted them. There, in the eastern sky, was a flock of at least forty birds. They appeared to be flying at a considerable distance from me. At first it looked like they might travel overhead, but instead, they made a shift in their flight pattern and flew off to the southeast. If they weren't heading south. From the shadows in each of the dimly lit booths, I could see they were both now occupied. Jason did not get undressed but he had me stand in front of him while he sat on the small chair that was in the booth. From the nervousness my boner was now only semi hard as he fondled it inspecting me. He felt up my dick and then fondled my shaved balls. "Mmmmm. I like that you shaved them" he said. "Now turn around and put your hands against the wall I want to see your tight asshole. I assumed the.