"Put it in my ass, Micky," rasped Dolores. "Fuck me in the ass, baby." I did. She lay back, all red hair cascading across pillows, pouting lips and ho... gasps of desire-- breasts prominent in a balcony bra, perfect scoops of voluptuous flesh and long nylon covered legs spread wide. I pushed her legs back, bending them at the knees, gripping her sexy feet and drove into the velvet tightness of her ass. "That's it, baby, fuck that ass," she moaned, working at her pussy with red laquered nails.. She turned a little pink. ‘You’re turning pink. Why? Because of the word breasted?’ She turned even deeper colour and started to giggle. ‘Now you’re turning red.’ I laughed. We both just stood there giggling. ‘I’m really liking this bird watching.’ ‘Ah!’ she covered her tits with her hands. Laughing I said, ‘I wasn’t looking at your breasts!’ She was laughing out loud in that odd musical voice. I loved that laugh. ‘You are quite the rare bird though,’ I added still laughing. She was clutching. The word bicycle from my language simply means ‘two circles’, for a wheel is a circle shape: the word is built from two other words: bi meaning two, and cycle meaning wheel.”Brando exclaimed, “Is there anything you don’t know a bit about?”“Yes, lots of things, such as where the big ships are built? who builds them? What other things can they do? Do they speak the same language, and if so, why?”“John, all these questions are esoteric ones which don’t really concern us. They are fantasy questions. He was hard to suck because his gut hung low and got in the way. The big guy pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner then used my hair to turn my head back to his cock “Get this shit slick so I can fuck that ass Ive head so much about.” His voice sounded like it was coming out of a well. His cock was thick, not long but still I knew it was going to stretch me out like Sir does. I pushed him down my throat to get myself gagging and soon there was a river of slobber covering my chin.