Naturally we expected the worse as we plodded along, a worried wife at least, but as we got to the veranda we found the pair scoffing breakfast, and a...good full English at that, my old bird saying; “oh I wondered when you would get here, the motor got here last night, young Terry from the garage brought it, he found it and figured you would be walking so he fetched it for you, but couldn’t find you along the lane, so I figured you had walked up the short route!!!” she added, “I will just finish. Now, Samantha was getting fucked from behind and sucking cock from in front, which she always enjoyed when she could get it. Three of the other guys who had been stroking their own cocks positioned themselves around Samantha’s face and were soon showering her with cum all over her face and hair. The Guy (Dave was his name) who was fucking her from behind, withdrew his cock from her wet hole and finger fucked her some more getting his fingers soaking in her juices, which he transferred to her. She hadn’t told me her big secret, but maybe it wasn’t that important after all. On second thoughts, her boyfriend, Ray, hadn’t been around all week either. That was a good thing. I didn’t think much of Ray. Maybe they’d broken up! You can always hope!It was Saturday night, Mum and Dad had gone out with Uncle Stan and Aunty Janice. It was Uncle Stan and Aunty Janices’ wedding anniversary, I don’t remember which one, and Mum and Dad were helping them celebrate. Dan’s football team had no game. Well, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The group she was with were looking kinda impatient so no time to fuck around. ‘Shit, girl, any time you want. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner, take your pick.’ Kinda daring, but seemed to me she’d relaxed some, smile more natural, body language, stuff like that. The hug had been real promising too. ‘Lunch would be safer, I think.’ She glanced round, flapped her hand at whoever she’d been talking to, dropped her voice. ‘Give me the address and tell me a time. Marcy.