She didn’t react to the change of person apart from moaning loud enough for us to hear the other side of the glass. It was a man who looked to be in his fifties who had a fairly trim body for his age. We were handed a can each from which we eagerly drank, considering the heat of the sun and a slice of a very moist and fruit filled cake. No one had paid any attention to us and we hadn’t been seen by Phil or Jay. Still holding hands we wandered in and walked around, just glancing at the different people fucking and the ones sat around watching. But if you’re thinking of continuing what I think you’re thinking of, then it probably won’t happen. The house is called, ‘Buzzards Flight.’”
I sat up, clearly surprised. “Let’s try upstairs,” I said to Cheryl and headed to the stairs ahead of us. “I know Phil fucks around and he knows I fuck around, but neither of us have ever met the other person involved.
