“It’s ok Aunt Dixie”, I said and sat by her. “Of course you can stay. In fact I’m also no super hero when it comes to thunder and lightning�...�. We both laughed at this and this eased things up a bit. “I’m sorry about earlier in the kitchen Joe. I shouldn’t have shouted at you in front of her”, she said and held my hands. My cock was ready to pop out as I was still pretty much eager to fuck her with what ever experience I had. Maybe Jasmine was right, maybe this was my night. The sound of a loud. It was almost teatime before I awoke again feeling refreshed and ready for anything, I heard a noise in the corridor outside Terry's room and pulled on his shirt to investigate."Oh my God." I laughed, "Don't you two ever stop?"Terry and Derek were plastering the walls where we'd done all the knocking out last night, but as neither of them were tradesmen at plastering, there was more on them than on the walls."Hey up mate." Derek laughed. "It's that woman who you said abused you this. Of those only Allan Robbins of 'Demons' at plus seven and Brenda Wall of the 'Panthers' at plus five went past the point of no return.For Brenda this was going to be the second time in two weeks that she was going to have public sex in front of two hundred spectators and many, many hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, of television viewers while for Allan Robbins this was going to be a first, and with a member of the audience at that. However there were only two of them, and with Allan's. Our other great loss in that calendar year was the death of dear DameOblea, just after his 79th birthday. We saw him on his way with awonderful state funeral at the Temple of the Goddess Crone. His casketwas carried by six soldiers from Duchess Nanette's command. Nanette woreher military dress uniform while Baroness Sylvia, now 86 years old, wore adramatic black ankle-length gown. Alistair and I, along with DameOblea's four other dohter-in-laws and his own three girbys, stood with.