We had a talk by some expert called Joe fromanother club and then he set up some stuffed birds forus to photograph. He asked Joyce if she would assist...im by holding a bird so that it looked as though itwas perched on her hand. We had all formed into littlegroups and were busy setting up our own projects. From time to time I looked up and saw that Joe wasfrequently getting behind Joyce, by the way positioningher hands holding the bird but I could tell that he wasgrinding himself into her arse. She sank onto her husband’s shaft as she struggled to hold up her weight. Deeper and deeper she dropped until she felt his head bump against her throat. She gagged a little at the unexpected turn of events, before she could compose herself. Her poise returned as she tasted the manhood held in her mouth. She gulped, moaning at the sting in her hair and the meat that filled her mouth. Her lips closed around John’s shaft and she began to suck, letting her tongue work around him. April settled her. The labia were autumn toned, the color of a pear. With trembling fingers she gently lifted a flap to peek underneath, as if opening a small gift box. Her eyes widened at the sight of the shocking pink interior of Amy's vagina, glistening with a liquid sheen. The erect clitoris emerged from its hood. The dark opening of the uterus winked flirtatiously in a tiny spasm. She noticed dark fuzz in the crack of the ass near that other hole. She tentatively applied a finger to the clitoris and Amy. ’‘Did you enter through the dog flap?’She nodded.‘You should have realized he was big from the size of the flap. I must have forgotten to close the latch before I went to bed.’She continued to look for possible means of escape, either through the window onto the street or through the conservatory to the garden.‘You won’t get far. Tulsa may be as old as me in dog years, but he can still out run you. Sit down.’She was wary, but sat back on the sofa. ‘What you going to do with me, mister?’Robert.