"Don't stop, Fred! Give it to me!"Fred carefully pushed his oily, syrupy finger into her ass, feeling the tight muscles. She moved her hips in tiny mo...ions, back and forth, learning the feel of these new sensations. It was delicious, and she couldn't believe it had taken her this long before trying it.Gently, Fred pushed another finger in too, feeling her walls bend to his pressure. She began to push back onto him harder. He suddenly realised her head was lowering towards the skillet."Mind the. She opened her mouth wide and told me to pour some on her face.“Won’t it hurt if they peck your face,” I asked. I would have been frightened of the chicken’s pecking my eyes out or breaking my skin with their beaks.“Yes, that is why we do it this way. Just don’t get it in my eyes please, Sir” Becky seemed relatively fearless. She could only mumble once the feed was in her mouth and that was fine with me. It was obvious Becky had done this many times before and expressed confidence. The look on. She situated him as she wanted him and then went back to her pad. After a few moments she walked back to him and put her hands on his knees.“I need to adjust your penis.” She said. She reached down and moved it from his right leg to his left leg. She could feel it twitch as she did so and by the time she found her way back to her pad he was hard.She smiled and he covered up. She told him there was no reason to be embarrassed. “I don’t know what to do.” He responded.“Well If you don’t mind an. " Betty said as she stood up."I'm going to get cleaned up. You see what you can do." Betty said as she walked out of the room.Now I have known my two friends, Bill and Tim for over fifteen years. Whenever we sat around and drank beer they would always end up telling stories about the women the two of them had fucked together. They even said they would film most of them. I always thought their stories to be bullshit. Today I was going to find out just how many of their stories were bullshit. The.