I turned around from him, away fromthe wind and tried it again and again. Must be dead, he said, from just back of my shoulder.I turned around to fac...e him. "I'm sorry?," I said.Your lighter. It must be dead. He held has hands and his lighter upin offer of help. I leaned toward him, eager to have my cigarette let. The flame cameup and my hand reflexively cupped around his. I pulled once, thenagain until the end glowed. Thank you, I said as I gratefully felt it inside me. I had no idea. At 3.30pm a group of schoolgirls were running into a field for after school sports practise and they all stopped dead in their tracks when they found a beautiful dead parrot on the ground. Their teacher (a biology teacher) identified the parrot as a rare Amazonian Parrot illegal to bring into the country. They contacted the police and the owners were soon found to be Mrs and Mr Banks who claimed while weeping openly that they had owned the parrot (whose name was Emilio) for twenty-two years. Immediately he continued fucking me hard and rough his pelvis hitting hard into mine making a loud clapping sound. With all this rough sex soon my moans became louder and soon it was screams of pleasure. I dug my nails into his back and it seems the more I was screaming and moaning the harder he would fuck me. He then pulled out and pulled me down into the last position he wanted before I ride him. So on the edge of the bed I was with my legs on his shoulders. In went his dick deep into my. My nearest counterpart was Sara, a tall slim woman of 26, married with one c***d, natural blond to fair haired, and popular at bathing times, with the men with most to offer financialy.As time passed Sara proved to be a wordly wise girl, especially in the fine art of 'Blowing the old gents', she would say that with her quaint Welsh accent, but apply it expertly and with meaning, after all, she could blow ten on a good day and at 50 quid a pop, tax free, her jaws and private bank account were.