‘Exspectata Amicitia,’ Ian said, his voice, imbued with power and emotion, rolled out from the small stage over the hushed gathered crowds. Michae... was intrigued by the Latin greeting, something that harkened back to the roman influences over this small island so long ago. ‘Another year has passed, as has been our custom for untold years, we gather during these few days to give thanks.’ ‘Thanks for the bounty provided this year.’ ‘Thanks for the people in our lives who share the road with us.’. "You've never heard of it?" She asked, almost in shock."Afraid not." I replied, half-way embarassed."Then get in, we're about to educate you." She said, grinning as she bit her lip.We drove outside of town, down an old highway that I was unfamiliar with. It was about a ten minute trip, which seemed to be alot longer, as I was still somewhat nervous. Being in a hot sports car with three giggly college girls you don't even know will do that to you.When we arrived, I noticed a large barricade in. “Becci, please don’t cry. I am sure things aren’t as bad as they seem right now. And if you have to stay another year at least we will get to see each other again.” He said laughing, trying to lighten the mood.“I’m sorry. I just don’t want all my friends to leave and me still be here. I would have always come back to see you though” she replied trying to hold back the tears.Becci then wrapped her arms around him, placing one hand in the middle of his muscular back while the other sat just above. Beatrice saw it in his eyes, the lust, she could almost see inside his head. He was thinking of bending her over the table and drilling her from behind. She saw him swallow and knew she was right, she could almost hear his cock hardening. This was getting easier and easier. She placed her glass on the table.“Well, Tony, I have a friend who is in a little bit of trouble and I was hoping you would be able to shed some light on her situation.” Beatrice said sweetly.“Certainly honey, I would.