As you arrive home, slamming your car door you phone your friend Richard from Uni. He was in your English lectures and was part of the cool clique. He...asked you months ago if you were keen to come to a festival down near the Uni. At the time you said no as your whole summer was meant to be Susie. Richard picked up surpised that you were calling him. You explained the situation and asked if the offer for the festival was still up? Richard absolutly buzzing said they had a spare ticket as someone. "We don't need to give the lighthouse keepers a show now do we?", he joked. Then got his toilet bag and grabbed a butt plug and some lubricant from it. "Lets prepare your hole good... I don't want to hurt you... At least not too much...", he said with a mean grin.Christopher smeert some lube on his fingers and Jel's butt hole. He squeezed his sphincter muscle closed. "Relax and breath, mate... Else it is surely going to hurt.", said Chris. Chris had played with the butt plug, so he new what it. And then I felt it, a poke, a stirring, and a clench and decided that perhaps I needed some attention after all. Yesterday had been full of teasing with no release of the tension due to, well, due to the way life just is sometimes.I wondered how long I’d been in the shower and if I had enough time for this before I ran out of hot water, I must remember to turn the temperature up on the water heater! My palms slid across my breasts and in interest of making sure I didn’t run out of hot water I. I looked at Laura for assistance but I don’t think her Italian stretched to idioms. I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. The girl and Laura followed suit. At least humour and mutual incomprehension transcended our language barrier. “I should continue picking,” said the girl, pointing to the line of empty baskets. “Ah well maybe we could help seeing as we’ve held you up,” I said. She smiled and accepted our offer. “I’m Danny by the way and this is Laura.” “I’m Fiammetta, but everyone knows me as.