They waved and said, “Good morning, Mary.” I walked up to the porch step, “Good morning.” I introduced Brad, and they teased Brad a little abo...t the camp girl finally snagging him. They never flaunted the fact that they were gay, but they certainly did not deny it. There were no innuendos, winks or indication that we had a moment together. Brad was polite and took the teasing in stride. He didn’t give any indication that he was aware of last night’s affair. We talked for a few more minutes. He struggled to immerse himself in the real-life derring-do of East End gangsters from the sixties. It wasn't happening. He read the words on the page, but they might as well have been intelligible squiggles. They couldn't penetrate behind his eyeballs. Something else was whirring through the machinery of his mind.A demon. An honest-to-fuckness real life fucking demon. From hell. The Hell.It opened up all kinds of questions. If she was from hell, then there had to be a heaven, right? Did that. I told him no just Bi. So he said ok and he was fine with it. So we watched somewhere rubbing our cocks. I told his I was going to get drinks and I would be right back. So i go to get the drinks.When I come back there his is stroking his 10 inch cock. He is fully. I sat there mesmerized feeling my penis rising. I had never seen one so big before. It was a monster. Nothing compared to my 6 inch dick He saw me and said it was ok. he just had to let it. So we watched some more when I finally. "I doubt if tatty trainers," she held up a foot to show me the state of her footwear, "will go with skirts and dresses."I nodded in response."And if you expect me to wear very short skirts out," she raised an eyebrow and I nodded back, "then I'm going to want some underwear that is better than plain grey knickers, aren't I?" I guess you are," I agreed, then had a thought, "What about stockings." I couldn't help but smile as I asked."In your dreams," was the reply, though the smirk that went.