The Concierto de Aranjuez played softly in the background when Lorenzo walked into the tavern. He greeted his amigo, Renaldo, behind the bar. Then he ...rdered his usual locally brewed beer. He was simply lost in his thoughts when he heard the chat concerning the heron."It is a tool-maker. It knows how to use bits of debris to lure fish to the surface. Unlike most herons it can swim as well. Truly a strange bird!" It froze Lorenzo's heart for a moment. Strange bird, he thought. Then more words. He wanted to seed me pretty bad and leave me gaping again; he also knew that I had to work the next day. I’d go to work but, I knew I’d be one messed-up bitch again.We moved to the bed, I sucked and played a little more trying to will myself to relax as much as possible. Once my tap-pants were off he played around then moved to my rectum (which was dripping) and started a nice slow finger fucking. I got covered with kisses along with some long passionate tongue-kissing. I moaned around those. "Squadron Leader," Harland began, "these two are from the Ministry of War, Ryan and McGaskill, and this is Colonel Bullock from Military Intelligence. They... ah... requested an interview with you about..." Sir," interrupted the one called McGaskill, "I understand you were in Spain during the troubles there?" 'Oz' nodded, confused. He had a natural distaste for anonymous Ministry men and Staff Officers. They always brought trouble and bullshit. "Tell me," McGaskill continued, "while you were. It was the first time they had been to a nice restaurant in over seven years. The last time was a week before their oldest child, Micheal, was born. It was now two children later. It was back up to the room after dinner where they watched a pay-per-view movie that both had wanted to see but one they couldn't take the children to.They had laid on the bed, side by side, just like they did at home every night during Leno. They didn't speak. When the last guest had come out, Jack rolled onto his.