As Greg was savouring the sweet taste of Foxy, Mike and Johnny had now swapped positions, Mike was face fucking Sally as Johnny started to slide his m...ssive cock into her pussy. Foxy opened her eyes and gazed into the direction of Spitroast, with a smile on her face, her breathing became rapid and her orgasm hit, her juices almost drowned Greg as she screamed out, Mike stopped Face fucking Sally and went over to foxy and Greg, he pulled up Greg, turned Foxy around, bent her over another table. The very lovely Miss Ophelia Ratcatcher-Bucket, who is 19 years old and lives in Swansea although she was born and bred in Scunthorpe - in a test tube, hidden in a box in the Ratcatcher-Bucket family's attic."(lots of enthusiastic applause from the audience...real clapping, wolf whistling, cheering and laughing - not any of that Canned Nonsense that you get for your Telly Licence Payer's money on all those other downmarket TV shows)"Good evening folks, welcome to Who Said What. You both must be. "How about you? What bring you down this way?" "I live and work up in Lexington at a new car dealership and one of my customers told me about this lake an this houseboat that was for sale so I decided to make the trip down here and check it out. When my girlfriend and I got here yesterday morning we fell in love with her and I put down a deposit," he explained. “Do you know anything about the boat?” "The boat belonged to a guy by the name of Frank McNutt and we meet him and his wife down. " Tres bien, chérie. I must confess though, that I am not cooking it and it is kind of a working dinner if you don't mind idle chatter with a friend of mine while I fix whatever she has broken. Monique, the lady I was talking to when you came out of the bedroom, runs a small business, lives just outside the city, and is one of those people around whom technology ceases to function on an alarmingly regular basis. Either that, or she is using it as an excuse to get me out to try her latest.