He was about to go into his parent's cottage when a low whistle caught his attention."Mak! Oh, Mak! Over here." A small group of shadowy figures waite... in the moonlight near a huge oak; men and women of about his own age. Els called to him eagerly as he approached. "Have you really been out to the traders' camp? What are they really like? What did you find out about them?" Well, I found out that they make really great beer." Mak laughed in the darkness, weaving on his short legs and stifling a. "Then start don't wait." She replied.. "You sure you want to do this" I asked her though praying that she doesn't say NO. "Come on. Even I want a hard fuck just now. Seeing your gorgeous body I cant control myself" She replied. "And what about uncle" I asked still confused. "He is a fag. He has a skin disease down there and he cant fuck me. Its now two months since I had a cock. Come on She asked me. I was turned on hearing her talking dirty. I just said sure. She stood up and came to. Yvette looks from mother to son, questioningly.Jane says, ‘It’s ok. It’s a first time for us both, sharing a lover. It will be a first for all of us.' Yvette says nothing. Then, mother and son help her up from the sofa and lead her upstairs towards Jane’s bedroom. As Yvette walks up the long staircase, she cannot believe what is about to happen. She cannot believe her luck.She is trying to live in the moment, to remember, relax and enjoy. But she is beyond having possession of herself. Her. With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open.