Jeff didn’t need to ask why his wife was so turned on….in the darkness of the office, he was able to see without being seen, and he had witnessed ...ll the guys ogling his wife, and he also saw James using his phone camera, to take the erotic photos. Jeff wasn’t going to let on that he knew, as it might spoil anything that might occur on future occasions. If it was going to benefit him when his wife came to the bedroom, then Jeff would just keep quiet and hope that he would be able to enjoy. The mouse's hearing wasn't bad either, and it detected the very faint wing sounds of the approaching predator. It froze - perhaps the owl would not know its exact location. A fatal error as it turned out, for the hungry barn owl knew exactly where the mouse had paused under the leaves. In no time her talons enveloped the poor creature, and Olwyna ended its suffering with a quick squeeze, her sharp claws very efficient. After swallowing the mouse whole, Olwyna resumed her journey, feeling much. "You can bite it off if you want, I don't care!" he breathed.He carried on thrusting, and I realised that he was past the point of stopping. Fears of slight injuries were not a problem, as long as he got to come. I concentrated even harder on keeping my jaws wide and using my tongue as a pressing force to close into tightness on him.As he began to thrust harder, and grabbed hold of the headboard, I began to wriggle the tip of my tongue again against that lovely little bowstring of his. He began. My sleeping bag was standing up with a tent pole at my crotch.Betty said, “I did that to you, so please let me fix it.” Then Betty unzipped my bag and opened it up. She then sat on my cock and it felt good. As she fucked me she said, “Oh God, you feel good. At least my last fuck won’t be that skuzzy bitch.”Fucking Betty was the best thing that I had done in quite some time. I watched her breasts bounce as she fucked me. Finally, Betty had an orgasm and clamped my cock with her tightening pussy.