A local couple got chatting to us. Stan and Maureen were as ordinary a couple as you could wish to meet. Late 40s, k**s left home, Stan worked in a ba...k, and Maureen was a classic matronly housewife. She looked a bit like the TV chef Delia Smith.So it was a massive surprise to me when less than two hours after we had met we were back at their place and the six of us were taking turns fucking Maureen while Stan watched! What really got me was how aroused Stan was watching our cocks pumping his. . ”“Yeah, mostly farmers with frumpy wives!” Edna said. “And horny young farmhandswho’ve got no place to go to get their rocks off!”“What have you got in mind?” Marcella asked.“What this town needs is a whorehouse! Think you could run one?”“Oooh shit, Edna!” Marcella said, and laughed.“I’m serious. There’s a lot of money in that line. Look, I’ll help you. I’ll be one of yourgirls. But I don’t have a business head-just a head for head, and things like that.”She giggled.“What a switch!” Marcella. On the Friday night mums mate turns up and I remember thinking wow she's hot, we helped her and her husband settled in and we sat around chatting for abit, mums friend suggested we all go out for a meal but my mum wasn't up for it, we all stayed in and had a takeaway and they had a few glasses of wine and a catch up while me and James played the Xbox, it started getting really late and mums mate and her husband decided to call it a night and went to bed, I helped mum tidy up as she was a little. “Scotch, rocks,” she told Sam, and he vanished to grant her request. We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, and then she started talking. Her boyfriend had broken up with her not minutes before, telling her that she was a controlling, evil bitch, and that he never wanted to see her again. Publicly, I agreed with Celeste, that he was a bastard and a jerk, and that it was his loss. Privately, I admired his backbone. Anyone who had gotten to know Celeste as well as I had knew how hard it.