..And hope the bird had some brains or instinctual reaction when I opened the glass firebox door.Ella was standing on the darker side and near their s...fa. I was next to the small glass door. I flung it open.The brainless bird did a swooping loop straight at Ella. Must have thought the poppies were berries. Ella fem-yelped and toppled backwards onto the lounge. I went to shoo the starling but tripped on a recharge power cord and ended up face first in Ella’s spongy tits covered only by soft. Especially in late July. But the woods, if you could call them that, were eerily beautiful. Moss hung from drooping branches. The trees, themselves, seemed dreamy and sad. To be honest, it was more of a swamp or the outer edge of a swamp, Emily found a rundown house out there and took up residence in it (after a lot of fixing up, no doubt) because she thought it would help with her writing. Whether it helped her write anything, who knows, but the place sure was a perfect party house. Far enough. Landon snorted, a real snort, like a pig makes. "I am so pissed off at her. She has railed at the old man for boffing this bitch or that bitch and I always sided with her, got pissed at him without even knowing if he was fucking his personal assistant or the receptionist or the cunt du jour at his office that Mom decided to dislike. Then I find her with her legs in the air giving it up for some dude that came by to clean the pool!" "Really? You saw your mom getting fucked?" Chris asked. Chris. The feeling made me arch my back and gasp as my cock strained and throbbed, making clear, sticky pre cum ooze out. My body begged for more. He traced his finger tips along my cocks head, down my shaft and around my tight balls. Then he stood.He took off his pants, as I layed there silent, trembling.Now fully naked, he moved back onto the bed and sighed softly as he took my hard cock in his hand. Then I felt his soft warm, wet tongue. My hands grasped and clawed at his bedding. Grabbing.