Until then I believed what the sexologists said. That the clitoris, when excited, disappeared like a thief in the night into its tent not Jane's. By n...w my own excitement began to mount shedding my shorts, I took my bobbing penis in my right hand (some men prefer their left) and, the way I used to, began the slow ejaculation of my stiff organ's satiny skin until the glans ballooned up to the size of an overripe plum. Sensing Jane's approaching orgasm I moved closer and quickened my own strokes. Mark once again started fucking me hard straight away making me pull my mouth away from Jason’s cock so I good breathe and moan at the same time. Jason was happy playing with my tits, Mark held my inner thighs as he began fucking me, he was groaning, oh yeah, oh yeah take it bitch, while I moaned with him, oh god, yeah, oh, oh, I now once again had Jason dick in my mouth, Mark placed his hands on my tits squeezing them and cupping them together whilst I wanked and sucked Jason at the same time,. "What the fuck is that?" Jane said as she pointed at the hawk."Dinner," I said as I knelt beside the bird."You need to get it in boiling water, to get the feathers off. After you gut it and get the innards out," Jane said."How the fuck am I going to boil it?" I asked."Hmm, not sure, but we can pull the feathers like they do a turkey in the field," Jane said."How do I do that?" I asked."Skin it like anything else you would," Jane replied as she walked over to the bird and knelt across from. Then she went out to a small inexpensive restaurant, had dinner and returned to her room.It was eight o'clock Pacific time, ten o'clock in Deerfield. She called home and Peter answered almost immediately. "Hi, darling, I'm here. My date's confirmed for tomorrow morning. Do you miss me?"Pete proceeded to tell her in explicit detail how and how much he missed her. She was nude and she just lay back on the bed. She ran her finger up her slit and licked it. "Darling, I'm wet just talking to you. Do.