When I opened my mouth to say something and started to sit up to see who was giving me head I was met by a hairy pussy coming down on my face so I sam...pled it. I could tell by the placement of the legs and pussy that it did not belong to the same person who was doing a superb job of making Homer come to attention. Right then I didn't know who my midnight visitors were but I felt sure that they would be the ones most surprised.As I have always enjoyed eating pussy I did as good a job on this one. I really wanted to ride him bareback across the fields at a gallop and down through the woods but I dare not.A few days previously when I was out in the woods with Brutus I saw something for the first time and I marked it with my white knickers. On my own and in the safety of the dark I found it quite easily. The item of interest was a small shoot coming from the trunk of Mr. Wiseman. Probably the start of a new branch. He gave me his permission to examine things further. The shoot was about. Over the table they chatted about the consultation. "So what did the `gynea' say?" asked Steve. "There's nothing wrong physically. I could conceive quite readily if only I, -" She fell silent and tears filled her eyes as she failed to finish the sentence. Steve wanted to hug her to him but Vicky stood from the table and stumbled intothe bedroom. Steve knew her problems of course and silently continued eating. It would only compound her problems if he tried to somehow comfort. I had my little recording device that I simply spoke into and used for my flow of thoughts on the surrounding circumstances. I also used it to make certain that when I spoke to a “source” I had absolute proof that I was only repeating exactly what they told me word for word and did not try to twist it to meet my own bias or personal agenda flavor like so many journalists these days. My device had a failsafe system to show that the recording was not tampered with in any way because those.