My friend's birthday party was in an old barn in Kent, that had been converted into this gorgeous venue. All around it was a forest, with a lake, and ...a boathouse that was set back amongst the trees. She couldn't have picked a better venue. All of the guests had been given rooms that they could stay in for the night, as there were no other hotels around for miles. I was incredibly thankful of this, as it had been a hellish car journey there.As I arrived, I noticed that my friend was waiting by. . just ... don't hesitate to call. I need to get off, I'm afraid, so ... good luck with the weekend and ... oh, just good luck." Thanks," Amy said quietly, taking his hand. "Don't be a stranger."He felt his face heating, but managed to retreat in good order.On deck, Marty was talking to Tom."No, of course it's fine if you want to go with Amy for the weekend. As long as you're here Sunday night. You can come back before if you like, but I'm sure Annie and Terry will be happy to have some alone. “Let it out, would you?”Father Cameron walked over to the door, opened it, and the cow entered the room. Sister Megan walked into the closet, grabbed a handful of cow shit, and threw it at Father Cameron’s face. He licked it off and grinned. She coated his body in it, smearing the dung on his back, arms, and legs. He put some between her boobs and on her ass, a delicious chocolate-y coating.Sister Megan rubbed her shit-smeared boobs in Father Cameron’s face, and he groaned appreciatively. . He slapped Laura’s ass cheeks as he hit bottom inside. On and on, fuck stroke followed by fuck stroke, the lovers made up for two weeks separation with tumultuous anal sex. The precursor oral sex had its intended effect; Greg was in no hurry to finish. He slowed his pace after a few minutes of furious fucking. As he reached full inside with cock, his hips pressed harder trying to go deeper than possible. Fingers on his left hand found Laura’s clit just as those on his right hand reached for her.