One of the hens rushed out announcing that she had just laid an egg. Now, the cackling is a signal to the rooster that this event has taken place, and...that the hen was now available for the rooster to attend to his business for tomorrow’s egg. And I had a remarkably efficient cockerel, a big grey and ginger bird with long spurs and bright red comb and wattles that went by the name of Mr Rogers – after Ginger Rogers, as it were. Lost on most people nowadays.Without further ado he leapt upon the. He'd told Brooke he'd been stationed out in the desert for manoeuvres. That was all he'd been allowed to tell her. It was partly correct. The part he'd neglected to mention was the desert didn't happen to be on Earth. The scientists called it H-Space. It was some kind of weird alternate dimension they'd busted a doorway into.It sounded more exciting than it actually was. Once the initial wow! factor wore off it was the same old lugging heavy packs through rocks and dirt."Where we going,. Earlier today cruising the mall parking lot I spottedthis little bitch, long strawberry blonde hair, skimpyred halter top, short shorts that barely covered herteenie ass. Little cunts like that make me want to fuckthe shit out of them because young cockteases grow upto be big cockteases. Little girls like her needed tobe fucked, forced to suck and showered with sperm,treated like the little whores they look like.I watched her walking closer to where I was parked asshe left her friends, equally. He sat on the edge of the bed wondering if he should make a move. Was Jay really asleep? Was him rolling over an invitation? As if in reply Jay rolled over further and the blanket dropped away from his enlarged cock. What he saw made him want to jump off the bed immediately. Jay was displaying his cock in all its glory. His low-hanging, hairless balls sat heavily between his legs made powerful by football training. A thick vein ran from his neatly trimmed pubic hair up the middle of his thick.