BUT: it turned out the bird's previous owner was a sailor on a tramp freighter and he had taught the bird to speak with his own tendency to foul (no N...T fowl you idiots) language ... after three or four very embarrassing incidents... (Including one where a young mother who was breast-feeding her daughter was encouraged to "Show us ya tits, Sweetie." ) Pastor Jones decided he was going to have to get rid of the bird. This was not an easy decision to make because he had grown fond of the. In only a couple of minutes, I felt orgasm building up and I started to squirm a bit.“It’s OK,” Cara said in response to my movements “just let it go whenever you want.”And I did, cum shooting out several inches, hitting the towel strategically placed between my legs. I’d already cum that morning and twice yesterday, so it wasn’t my most impressive blast, but messy nonetheless. After a couple of spurts, it trickled down onto Cara’s hand and the facecloth. I breathed. “Lie down,” she murmured as she tugged his red t-shirt over his head. He grabbed the duvet off the couch and spread it out on the floor then lay down. Katie undid his belt then his baggy jeans and slid them off of him. His red boxers were already tented. She slowly pulled them down over his wide, 9 inch cock. She marveled at it for a second then slowly slid her lips around it. He gasped at the feeling of her moist mouth pumping his cock, her tiny hands gently squeezing and massaging his balls.. As we drove away my husband told me I could remove the blindfold. I still lay in the back exhausted as he drove towards home. He asked if I had fun and I told him it was wonderful. I asked how many men were there and my husband told me about 8. He said it was difficult to keep track and I could only agree. He then asked if I wanted to go back there sometime and I sighed, “Oh god yes”. “Good”, came my husband’s reply. The rest of the way home my husband told me the whole story. We were not at a.