“Polly want a cracker”, etcetera, you know, the usual stuff.Time passed, and the bird began to swear. And swear, and swear. The new owner, a firef...ighter, was no stranger to Anglo Saxon turns of phrase, but, Lawsey! This bird knew some curses!The firefighter tried reasoning with the bird, and, for his trouble, was invited to have carnal knowledge of a goat.He tried yelling at the bird, and was invited to worship at the altar of the Patron Saint of Fertility. With himself.Finally, the bird let. My cock oozed pre-cum and my mind blasted with a fierce desire to bring the pretty barmaid, still frantically trying to resist her sexual urges, to repeated climaxes. "You need to be fucked," I told her brazenly and she looked up at me, vulnerability pervasive in her expression. Her eyes were puffy and misty, and her hands desperately gripping the beer mat on the bar from the local brewery.She shook her head and she took deep breaths; in all my use of the zapper I had never seen or expected the. "Very nice, baby..." He started trailing kisses down my long neck, and I wanted so badly for him to keep going, anything to delay this stupid dinner... But, we had to do it. Turning to face him, I almost lost my sense of control and fell to my knees at the mischievous look in his eyes, but I managed to say, "Let's go; we can have fun later." Sending him a saucy smile, I retrieved my purse and walked out to the car. His impatient growl reached my ears as he followed behind me, and I could feel. "You're..."He nodded and grinned self-consciously. "I'm damn near ready to explode!" he admitted. "Look, let's not be a bunch of chickens! We've got a good thing going!"Myra tensed. She knew what her husband was getting at, and she had a sinking certainty she would jump at his suggestion. "Honey?" she whispered."Why not all the way?" he asked, words tumbling eagerly. "How much more intimate can it get?" Oh, please, honey!" she protested weakly, fighting the urge to scream out in support of.