Listen,” he said, turning to look at me, “I know Sally’s disappointed that she didn’t get to have your cock that night.”“Oh, right… is s...e? Well, okay, hmm… Anyway, I enjoyed the night. too, but why did Rachel think that it would be fun when I came round?” “Don’t rightly know,” Ian said. “But we had been talking for a few months about a swingers party.” “There’s swingers parties and then there’s happy family parties,” I said and laughed. “Well, yes,” Ian agreed, “but it all has to start. He stared at both of us, as we watched him, our captivated attention on his penis drove him to 'Stuff it', longer than he intended, and gave him a reason to enjoy his liaison with the dead bird, two young girls looking at him, was his reason to orgasm, and as he washed himself at the sink, his sperm cooked at 200C, with an added onion in that abused cavity.His action was only one of my earliest memories, of men and the lengths they went to, to be seen. Back then we never desired, we were more. ‘Fuck her now Charles my darling. I will watch.’Grunting his agreement the Frenchman knelt up between Mary’s spread thighs, the arch of his stiff cock fully on display to the women. Without speaking, the English girl reached out and grasped the long shaft, slowly pumping it a couple of times before pulling him forwards and raising her hips.They both cried out in ecstasy as he slid in and then settled into a slow and steady rhythm. An experienced man taking his time and aiming to make it last.. She raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue."Yer one o' them magical creatures," he said, looking her in the eye, half-laughing as he spoke, "like one o' them Wood Sprites. Whenever they use magic to transport themselves, whatever they're wearin' gits left behind. They can only travel naked, like you. And, also, like you, they like to run around and dance naked in the snow."Béla briefly wondered if there was actually a species like that on this planet, one that she'd somehow missed,.