“So, Will, what are you going to do about Cathy?” she asked.“I just wish I knew what her issue was,” I said. “Between you and me, things hav...n’t been right for a while. There just hasn’t been that, I don’t know, emotional connection for a month, perhaps. Maybe it was because of that stupid contest I suggested, us having sex in every suburb in the shire, or maybe she was upset about the election result. What if she found out about Hannah and Jenny, or Janelle?”“It’s been going bad long before. .we were set.The day was excellent. Mid 70's, sunny with a slight breeze. We tried beating each other at the various skills games, but as the day wore on and Black and Tans and mead were consumed, we decided to take a break and smoke a couple of hits. We walked around to the back of one of the stages that was closed until the next show and lit up. As we were recharging our batteries this couple from the festival came out from the stage and asked if we would share.The guy was hot! Little shorter. “Shall we snuggle a bit, talk about RAF Fighter Command or Operation ROLLING THUNDER, or shall we have our first shared orgasms? I feel confident that we’ll do both this evening, but the order isn’t important.” Hal smiled, and then broke out laughing.“Well, Air Marshal Dowding did get fucked by the RAF high command?”“Fucking? Let me tell you a story. A World War II Spitfire pilot was speaking in a church and reminiscing about his war experiences.“In 1942,” he says, “the situation was really. I think we fell asleep for only about twenty minutes. Angela was still on top of me but my cock had slipped from her and I could feel a sticky mixture of my cum and her juice between our bodies. Angela kissed me and said “I think we need a shower” and rolled off me and went to the bathroom. By the time caught up with her the shower was running and she was clipping her hair up. She opened the door and pulled me in, grabbed a bottle of shower gel and liberally applied it to a shower scrunch. She.