“This band is good,” Bobby said when the tune ended.“Hey, look,” Carl said, nodding toward the girls.The bartender was delivering the new cara...e of wine. They watched as he explained who’d sent the drinks and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their glasses in thanks. The band kicked into a slow blues and the lead guitar moaned.Over the rest of the set, they would glance over at the girls and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one point,. "Make something up, andmake it stick!"The Dean's eyes widened at the question asked by the other party. "Thedoctor? Doctor T. Martelli." No? Then who the hell does this Doctor Martelli work for?" The Dean'smood was not improving by the conversation."Find out! I want to know what the hell's going on here!" He slammeddown the phone, angrier than when he'd first dialed the clinic's number.He took a couple of deep breaths, sinking his face into his hands, hiselbows propped on his desk. "God. Even as she did it, her dulled senses registered amazement at what she knew her actions implied.The trivial chores she did took less time than usual, leaving her with spare hours to roam the small farm, looking at everything with fresh eyes. She imagined the animals fucking, the horses with their huge cocks, the dogs yelping as they chased imaginary prey, her mind's eye picturing their slender members penetrating bitches' backsides. All her hard won indifference to her body's urges had. It was mad. Her cunt had become really swollen, the lips were really fat. Finally we allowed a manic orgasm to wash over us like a tsunami.We lay there breathing hard, wasted. My cock as still hard though and she said "Dirty bastard, I love that". She laughed. "I chose well tonight " she said. I laughed - I thought it was that had chosen !We got in the 69 position on the rug and went at it. My face was soppping from her cunt juice and residues of my own cum, now mingled with hers. As I was.