That's strange, you think, because you live in the city, and you don't often hear birds. As you listen more closely, you realize that for some reason,...the birds seem very loud, as if your hearing has gotten better. You lie there for a few seconds, still drowsy, leaving your eyes shut. Then a small breeze brings a scent to your nostrils, a scent of... bird. You don't quite know how you can pinpoint it, or how your sense of smell is this good. "Strange," you think to yourself. You open your eyes,. He buried his prick deep in my juices. I could feel our cum dripping down my thighs. I cried out obscenities as he beat up my pussy, knowing I would have bruises on my hips from him flanging me. “Look at that ass, that juicy fucking ass bounce back on my dick. You can pretend all you want Gina, I know you’re nothing but a cock whore and you would suck anything I put in front of you. But your mine. I own that cunt now. You understand? MINE” He was almost out of breath using his whole body to. Every year there was a festival in honour of Van Gogh. As part of this there was a prominent local music festival that we'd (two other bands and yours truly) been booked to play. It was a two night thing that promised to be quite an attraction. Several French music celebrities were touted to appear. It was rumoured that even the great Johnny Hallyday could make an appearance. Hallyday was apparently making a film not too far away and it was whispered he'd even made several visits to Arles. Still, June was glad she’d told Mark to go and play Xbox, or sleep, in his room.“Would you like some something to eat?” she didn’t try to kiss him.“I’ll sort something,” he peered into the fridge, making a point.Lara had drifted over to be near her. June went to stroke her ass, but just stopped herself. Tony was getting out bread and cheese and peanut butter, before sitting down at the table.“So she blackmailed you, then you got into it,” he said to June.“The whole atmosphere was ... we lost.