Her answer had been succinct, if not quite a term that would be approved by the literary guild."She's a giant buttface," she muttered.She'd added an a...jective, but I needed a little more than that, and by continued probing I learned more. There had been a divorce when Ronnie was very young, a step-father after that, and a string of "uncles" after the second marriage ended in divorce as well. I knew the type. Some women can't figure out what they want, or how lucky they are to have a decent man. Nancy lived in the hostel which means she had a room mate. But she had successfully dismissed her for the night. I knocked on the door, and after about 10 seconds she opened the door and smiled. I handed the flowers over and said good evening. Nancy was leaning against her couch, wearing a classy but low-cut tube top sweater barely holding in her breasts, and wearing a short skirt that flowed down at different lengths. Her legs looked impossibly long for a girl of her height, and were. Before long, a group of men had gathered and were peering through the windows. Jaq went to her handbag and produced her favourite rubber cock. Her legs were soon spread and she eased the big rubber dildo into her, by now, wet pussy. jJaq was rubbing her clitty as she proceeded to fuck herself with the big rubber cock. Before long, she had a violent orgasm. I watched in amazement as she then licked her sticky juices from the rubber cock as several men were watching.As gobsmacked as I was, I was. It was most likely attributable to the fact that most females, at least those who did not already live on or next to the estate where the shooting party was held, had little interest in rude talk and heavy drinking at such affairs.Captain Harrow arrived early on the day of the shoot and had much opportunity to sample the renowned ale brewed in the basement of the grain storage facility. He was in a jovial mood early in the day and the scrumptious repast delivered at mid-day did much to mollify.