She licked her lips, arching an eyebrow at me. My cock throbbed in her grip while her bowels clenched around my finger. She was so hot in there. So ve...vety. She purred in delight, her blue eyes smoldering.“That's it,” she moaned. “Ooh, wash my dirty ass! Mmm, yes, yes, you're getting all that soap in there.”“Yes, I am,” I panted, the pressure swelling at the tip of my dick.“But your finger's not reaching far enough,” she moaned. “I need something longer to wash every inch of my asshole. I need. With the coming together of our bodies we begin to explore and play. She laid me down on the floor of the roomy stool as Maggie smothers my body in kisses. I had never realized until that day how much I wanted her. As she made her way down my body she pulled my legs apart softly kissing the inside of my thigh she made her way to my pussy. Her soft lips felt good against my skin as she found my small pussy that was barely covered in dark hair. I felt her small fingers part my lips, as her tongue. Maybe this storm is too bad? I pause, listening and looking. Should I turn back? Faintly, I hear the roar of the waves calling me, luring me on. I cross the dirt road and walk on the far edge, laughing at myself. I’m scared of the tree branches, as if they could reach down, grab me and fling me into the storm. There! There’s the wood post that marks the old walk to the beach. I dart into the trees and start down the walk. I reach the last remaining step and slow down. I grab tree branches and. The pheasant’s head didn’t exactly leave its body, but the effect was quite similar. The bird fell over without so much as a squawk.Dessie almost ran over to pick the bird up, but reason took over. I haven’t heard any of the other pheasants make any noise. It would be better if they never knew what happened to this one.Step by quiet step, she eased over, picked the bird up and just as quietly, made her way for the next hundred yards. She was so tense all the way that she had to fight an impulse.