Jack was sharing a last swig of one of the Grey Goose bottles with a very green large frog and a rather annoyed looking female pig in a dress with pea...ls. Glad for their short respite, they led the exodus of the refugees further onwards towards the east.Ursine, the bear leader gave us each a last friendly hug and he and the goat trotted off to join the frog and his rather strange, shambling group. It seemed like they were old friends. The goat wasted little time goosing the ass of the stout. When I had finished she knelt up, and grinned at me with her lips clamped together.Ann then carefully parted her lips, tipped her head forward and allowed a stream of cum to dribble down her chin and drip on to her breasts. I must confess it was one of the most erotic sights I had seen. She then licked her lips, before quickly jumping off the bed and fetched a tissue from the dressing table to mop herself up.I thanked Ann profusely but did not like to ask where she had learned such a. “Have you ever done to satisfy the homosexual arousals in you, other than……”? Father was very careful in choosing the words, “I assume, masturbation”.“No, father”. Lenny replied confidently. “Then, how can you come to such a solid conclusion about being gay”? Now father was a bit loud.“Well Father, most guys would cum fast by doing the things to girls, what I did but it took me a long, very long time to even feel a hint of arousal. It is not supposed to be like this for a normal adult guy like. .." declared Mrs Rogers thoughtfully, she narrowed her eyes at Miranda before continuing. "I suppose you would like to go?"Miranda forced a smile. "Actually I hate flying and would rather not – if you don't mind."Mrs Rogers' smile relaxed into a more normal one. "Well then I'll go ... just this once." Her voice rose as she went into lecture mode. "But I won't always be able to step in for you, so you are going to have to get over your flying problem. Travelling with one of the management is.