Apparently everything was going well, and he was having as much fun as he'd expected.By the end of the month they were getting ready for the Maple Lea... Renaissance Faire, where Dayna had talked them into signing up for a booth back in the winter. To be honest, there were a few second thoughts since it would blow up four weekends they could be out riding, but it offered the potential for new and different fun, especially since they'd be spending some time with Dayna and Sandy in their main. Half an hour later I had witnessed four men and one couple enter and two men and the couple leave. The parking lot had about fifteen other cars parked. Not much traffic and no crossdresses in site; I started to get cold feet. Then I saw I gurl come out and walk toward the area where I had parked. Turned out she was parked next to my car. When she notice me sitting there she motioned for me to roll down my window.“Hi sugar,” she said. “You going inside and suck a few cocks.”“Ya, thinking. I decided to sleep on the floor instead.While lying down I was chatting with my girlfriend. The chat then slowly turned into a sex chat and she said she wants to fuck me now. I said her to finger her pussy by closing her eyes and thinking of me. She did as told and went offline but now I was hot so decided to go to the washroom and shake it off and came back and lied down. It was completely dark and only the moonlight coming through the window was a source of light. Somehow I felt something. "He's got it," he told Gabriele. "If he doesn't overtax himself and trip on the next fight, he's got it. There en't a one of 'em who can touch him."Gabriele frowned. Her father really shouldn't lapse into common speech like that. Her frown had nothing to do with the prospect of Marcus Demitri winning. Nothing at all.The fourth and final contestant squared off against Marcus Demitri. Four-against-one odds. Men had been known to survive them, but there were certainly better ones. And most of.