That was good she told us. Can you go again he asked? If someone else does the work I probably can, she agreed. Peter arranged us on the bed, Lisa on ...her hands and knees, myself underneath her, almost but not quite in a classic sixty nine position, him behind her ready to take her doggy style, my head between her parted knees, face close to the action, my cock ready to be sucked by her. I felt her hand grasp my hard cock around the base. Her tongue stroked across and around the glans. Her mouth. This was actually a good learning tool for me. Helping me learn to curb my enthusiasm and holding back on doing everything as fast as I could.Once the engines were back in, it was time to reattach the fuel tank. Then put in all new fuel lines as well as all the other minor work which would mean the bikes were back in working order, hopefully.It was a great day when we had the two engines refurbished and reinstalled. Everything else which had come off the motorcycles, were put back onto it in. Trying to absorb what he was now witnessing. He had found web sites showing bestiality before, but he never expected to get his own private show. He immediately stopped the VCR and headed for the live feed controls.Betty and Midge had been at work for two hours now. More then enough time to get into the swing of things he thought to himself.Returning to his easy chair with the control panel, he began viewing what was going on. He was not to be disappointed. As he had hoped when this whole thing. Slowly so as not to attract attention they drove away smiling to themselves that once more their plan had worked like a dream. For over an hour they drove until they arrived at their destination and old public air raid shelter left over from the Second World War. They had discovered this three years ago and had cleaned it out and made it into their centre of operations; ideal because the bomb proof walls made it sound proof and the fact it was subterranean meant it was less likely to be.