My first thought was Peter. I ended up being right.Everything was great, about a dozen people showed up. We mingled around the house and by the pool. ...en introduced me to Peter. He was a tall, muscular looking man. Dark hair, tanned skin and about ten years younger than us. We talked for a few minutes and he was polite, but his eyes would always stray to my wife. I could see him mentally undressing her.Jen, for her part, was shamelessly flirting with him. Lightly touching his arm, laughing at. After the cuppa we showed her round the flat. She wasobviously thawing when she saw what we had done and that it was not aden of iniquity. The icing on the cake was that in "Adam's" room therewas a neat pile of my ironed "plain" clothes on the bed ready to putaway and a pile of text books on the desk and in Babs room was a pile ofwhat look like Babs clothes although they were in fact both of ours,this neat domesticity met with my mother's approval. We usually studiedat the gate legged dining. This time had been no different, really. They began with mutually touching each other, then had swapped to Beth giving him oral. She knew many other women did not like to give head but Beth had always enjoyed it, knowing how much Reid liked it as well. They had then moved to him on top but with Beth’s legs up on Reid’s shoulders. She knew he was getting close as he was starting to breathe heavier and thrust harder and faster. It was when he had gripped her left breast hard, pinching the nipple. The flock would require at least one male, so he rang The Personalia and asked for a male of the species next."Yes, we can select a male. Do you a particular requirement? We cannot tell how old the animal is, but its size may be a guide to its relative age." Yes, please. Try for a youngish male. There will be no competition for leadership of the flock, so it will automatically assume that position – unless leadership is a female prerogative within the species! Once I have that male successfully.