" I did then manage to get her home, but not before she had soaked my hanky and nearly exhausted the box of Kleenex I keep in my car.When I pulled int... my family's drive, she piled out of the car before I could get around to open the door for her and she fled across the way to the back door of her house, still in tears. "Shit!" was my only comment, whispered to myself as I climbed the porch steps to our back door.The next morning at ten, I stepped off the train platform and climbed the steps. Numchuck’s soft mouth training paid off again. The purple martin was placed back in the nest and so was Lone Star (unharmed) Lone Star learned to fly well and worked into a routine of outings of the cage while we were they’re. He did become domesticated to a degree but always had his wildside. Unpredictable would be the best way to describe it. Always move slow not to intimidate any creature. But even when they have been around you awhile they don’t understand pecking someone hurts. I was even. Needless to say, the forty-five year old satyr was horny to the point of distraction. Sure, he had his wife, and his hand, and his computer porn, but it had been four days now since he had last made use of his far more satiating stepdaughter. On that day, he had throat fucked the poor girl delightfully, ejaculating explosively as her throat fluttered in protest about his cruelly imbedded length. But that had been Monday. Today was Friday. In the interim, he had restrained himself, heroically to. Oh my God, he thought to himself, she has no teeth. My cock is being massaged by her gums.It was a feeling like no other. Her gums were hard but gentle as his cock moved over them while her lips gripped his cock tight, pulling his cum to the top. His moans became louder as every nerve ending seemed to be on fire. He could feel his balls starting to tighten, and he knew in a matter of seconds he would explode and unleash a big load down her throat. Without warning, she moved back on her heels,.