“Peeccckkkak!” she repeated.“Cheep. Cheep. Cheep,” the chick answered sleepily as it poked its head over Morales’ arm.Morales jerked his arm...away to stare at the chicken where it had slept snuggled last night. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed, sitting up as he realized there was warmth against his side. “Don’t tell me that you’ve shit on me.” But there didn’t seem to be any of the noxious semisolid anywhere near, and the warmth must have been because of Junior.The chick stretched much as a human. Deana recovered her only thong from its hiding spot and tucked it under everything she had already put in her overnight bag, which was stuffed. She would need more than one night before she faced Evan again. Not because she was embarrassed, ashamed or scared of what they did. She was afraid of how she would act when they talked about their impulsive behavior. Evan needed time to minimize it in his mind before she tried again.They had gone to the same Southern Baptist church together, and heard. She sat back rubbing her pussy telling me to relax.After a few minutes she kissed me and started sucking me again. This time I lasted even longer and was even able to play with her tits a while. I felt I was close and told her,she stopped immediately letting it fall from her mouth. "I need a cigarette " she said leaning over the seat to get one, I took the chance to bend in and slide a finger into her pussy.She stayed in that position moaning as I finger fucked her feeling her get wetter.This. (An understatement if there ever was one!) "And well you've been phenomenal to me and I'd be glad to do anything that pleases you." Well, "anything" that pleases me was not what I had in mind; I was thinking more along the lines of EVERYTHING that pleases me but this was not the time to push that button.Long story short, she got her face in there and really went at me with a will. About the time I had my second orgasm, I told her it was my first (God, men can be so pathetic.), I had her start.