Quantock House had seen better days. It was a medium sized, two storey, dwelling, built sometime near a hundred years ago. All the woodwork needed a c...at of paint; many roof tiles required replacing, some windows had shattered glass, and the whole building gave the impression of neglect and decay. It stood in a substantial area of what had once been carefully tended parkland, but now resembled a jungle, with fallen trees and thickets of brambles. Away in the distance could be seen Wills Neck,. He knew the items he thought of as cluttered were vital to the arcane tasks carried out in the spacious room.Amidst the clutter, a second man, humming to himself or perhaps chanting, maybe both it was hard to tell, moved with a conservation of motion totally engrossed in the ongoing procedure. It seemed to require no more than a step or two to reach anything he desired. Beyond his immediate orbit were a wide variety of melee weapons, some in stands, others lying on shelves or worktables. . “Almost that big flaccid,” he smirked.And so he was, huge and very virile, we both learnt to our great satisfaction that night as he fucked us both in a wild three-way. On the Sunday when I arrived Marianne gave me the the code number over the intercom and told me to let myself in.“You are late Sarah, we started without you. Some things cannot wait, our Sunday sex session is one of them.”When I focused and got my bearings I was surprised and immediately turned on. Her man was sitting on a. .. you name it. She stuck to her guns, though, and there was no petting, no fondling, no undressing, and certainly no touching below the neck. She was always up for a good, long, old-fashioned necking session, though, and we frequently occupied our time that way, ending when we were both red-faced and raring to go. That's when she'd call a stop to the festivities, and we'd usually call it a night.It was frustrating, but I told myself it was a good thing. She was a good girl, and wanted to do.