" Not at all. It would be a pleasure."She smiled, and I felt my heart lurch; she really was quite attractive. She stood and shook my hand. "I must go,...Father. But if you would care to visit on Wednesday, that is my day for housework and so on. I would be glad to see you then."Thus it was that I began to visit Ethel, initially once a week for an hour, but gradually that extended as she shed her village responsibilities. I was far from her only visitor, but I think I was the most regular. She was. And then I heard George call out to me, “I’m leaving you a couple of cold beers, honey, for you to enjoy!” How sweet, I thought.As I got out of the tub, another ring of the doorbell. I walked directly over to the makeup table where George had left the beers, and I opened one. I’ll just take my sweet time, I thought, let the men get loosened up a bit before my entrance.It took me a good half hour to make myself up, powder, and dress. By then, I’d finished the second beer. I decided to take. Something the size of an overgrown sea gull was diving at Potter's head from the rear. Bixby's stock went up a bit in my book when she let off a round of buckshot at the "bird" and managed to knock it out of the air. At least, she did her job and did not panic, though that scream may have had a little panic hidden in its depths.The bird dropped to the ground practically at my feet, and I had my first look at what we came to call a "gull" for lack of anything else to name it. Yes, the damned. His hand gently caressed my nipples and I managed to slip my hand between our bodies where his rock-hard cock was pressed against my belly.We played like that for a while, and then he took his cock and laid it between my legs along my pussy slit. He was rubbing it down and up in fucking motions, but of course, not inside me. I felt my arousal get stronger and stronger - it felt so good. And then I realized something - I really, really wanted it all! "You can put it in, Jerry," I managed to say.