Come on, your mom and sisters have probably been waiting on us to eat.”“We love you, but not that much,” comes a shout from the kitchen.Kyle and...Kathleen enter the kitchen to find his mother and sisters are almost finished. On the table is the remains of a deep-dish breakfast pie - a crusted quiche containing eggs, sausage, and bacon pieces as well as cheese, onions, and shredded style hash brown potatoes. All this is blended together in a sauce and baked well. It’s one of Kyle’s favorite. We’d discovered how easy it was to connect when we played ‘Tango Ladeado’ and the rollicking ‘Mozart in Hell’ or ‘Libertango’. I think it took us both by surprise when we connected on the lament, ‘Llanto’. All of a sudden, she was there ... I mean right with me. We were like one person playing two instruments. It was sweet and sad and wistful. When we finished it, we had to pause a minute to get ourselves centered again for the ‘Tango Ladeado’. Well, I could edit out the awkward pause.We did. Ellie beckoned her to her feet, and opened my bag. She grabbed some rope and turned Abby around. The girl hesitated before putting her hands together behind her back.“You told me you’d always wanted to try bondage, looks like your wish is coming true,” Ellie said with a laugh. Abby answered with a nervous giggle. Soon Abby was restrained, I examined Ellie’s rope work. She was no expert, but she got the job done effectively and without sloppiness. Ellie grabbed something else from my bag. . I was very hot by then and had experienced several crashing orgasms. At last, I pushed the animal away, but the rest of them said that it was unfair I got all the pleasure and he got nothing but a tongue full of me. I guess it was the mixture of wine and grass, but in no time, I had that little fellow in my mouth.”“I sucked his little dick, making his balls scrunch up and his knot expand. He shot a load into my mouth, which I spat out. It tasted awful. But that was my initiation to bestiality..