Marco then asked us to join him backstage as he needed to run through a few things. My suspicions started to grow, expecting a payoff or some sort of ...ribe or threat. Instead, we were taken to an office and he ran through the format.“First off, I noticed that you seem cynical. That is fine, however, I want you to enter this willingly and open-mindedly, if you don't, we may as well give up now."Nicola rubbed my arm, “If there’s one thing about Dave, he is open-minded.”“It is an adult show and. Let's change the license plates while it's still dark."We did that, and we loaded the rifle and spotting gear into the car. I was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a black turtle neck shirt. Admittedly, it was not the tuxedo that 007 would wear, but I didn't have a special effects team on standby, in case my tie was askew. This was my 'look like a DEA agent' costume. My swim gear was in the rear footwell. This time I didn't forget the greasepaint, the watch, or the mobile phone.We rolled out. Only if you want to of course." Yes, Beverley I would like that very much it would be lovely to see you again after all these years."Arrangements were made for Beverley to visit Maureen's cottage the next day and both women had their fingers between their legs that night whilst thinking about events of thirty-five years earlier.Maureen Smyth had had a number of lesbian affairs over the years and a few quite long term relationships but now at age sixty-nine, she had nobody in particular.Beverley. ” I’d always considered myself to be very average in that regard – still do, for that matter. Accordingly, I had no idea what to say to that, not comfortable with her telling me things like that about her husband, and so said nothing. She didn’t seem to expect a response, instead wrapping her hand around my cock, slowly stroking as she continued to look up at me. “You’re still very hard. Are you going to stay hard, Josh?” I nodded. “I think so. Forever, maybe.” She laughed. “Oh, I hope not.