“Did I tell you to talk bitch?” She snapped at me “you can talk only if I tell you to, you understand?” with that she pushed a finger into my ...ss. I bit my lip and nodded as I let out a little moan from her penetrating my ass. She began fingering my ass as she ran her tongue up and down my slit, penetrating my pussy every other trip. The faster she licked my pussy the louder I moaned and she matched her rhythm fingering my ass. “Ohhh Steph fuck, lick me faster!” I moaned. “What the fuck. He moved closer and took hold of my hips in both hands, pulling me away from the monster prick.Suddenly I realised what was happening, as my companion reached between my legs and guided the other prick so that it was pressing against the entrance to my arse. As the prick pushed forward and my companion pulled me on to it, I felt the pressure and suddenly he was inside me. .I was being fucked up the arse by a person unknown, whilst sucking on a monster prick, or an equally unknown stranger.My. Are they hard to care for?" Hardly any fuss at all. They'll eat just about anything. Table scraps and stuff. But with just you here, you'd better get a bag of chicken feed as well. I'll get you a couple of laying hens from our coop and then we'll get you some fertile eggs and hatch a brood of chicks for you." That would be neat. I've never seen a chick come out of it's shell." It is neat. First one pokes a hole in his shell, then before you know it you've got a whole passel of peeping little. Nothing else needed to happen. He had found perfection. He was the perfect gentleman, both because that was just part of his value system, and because he didn’t want to do anything that was “too far” or “too fast” or might risk the unbelievable joy he’d stumbled into.In September, she got tired of him being a gentleman. She had taken his hands, and just put them on her breasts, without saying a word. Then, while he felt, and squeezed, almost insane with the ecstasy of touching a girl’s breasts,.