It's hard to choose.”“Fuck me, Reina's busy, husband of mine,” Queenie smiled.“Oh, you little slut,” Reina gasped, popping her head up. She ...hoved Queenie's mouth down to Sarah's pussy. “Now I'm available.”“I think you cheated,” I laughed and drove my cock into Queenie's pussy. I shuddered as her tight flesh wrapped around me.“Cheaters never prosper,” moaned Sarah. “Oh, yes, Queenie. I love it when you do that! Get me so wet for our husband's cock!”I slammed my cock in deep a few times, then. My next instinct was to pick up the young bird and move it to a safer location, especially to somewhere where it would be less likely to hurt itself. It was with great pity that I watched the small sparrow hop along the wall beneath my window, practically throwing itself into the immovable object while gaining at most a half-centimeter of altitude as it instinctively attempted to fly. But flight was clearly not possible, not yet, and my brain stopped me from acting upon my instinct, reasoning. And now the sounds are shifting, the laughing has stopped but the movement hasn’t. I think you’re kissing now. Sounds like fun. It’s gone silent now. I close my eyes and focus to try and paint a picture again. You’re undressing her, she laughs and says to take it slow, you’ve got all night. You don’t respond for a moment. You giggle and agree. You’re kissing again. She’s moaning. I can’t hear what you’re doing so I have to fill it in, you slide your right hand up her thigh and bring it to rest. I was so besotted with her that I just couldn't think straight.One lunchtime I came back from the Chemist with a new bottle of eardrops in one of those small blue grass ridged bottles, when an ugly though ran through my mine but in my defence I was desperate."Look what I have here," I said holding up the blue glass bottle so that June could see. We were alone in the small kitchen where we make our tea."What?" she said off hand not really looking."This my lovely is one of those 'date rape'.