I decided to take a little walk around the venue, seeing as I know no one else and have about an hour to kill. There was a small garden area out in th... back. Once closer, you could see that behind the tall rose bushes there was a little bench. I sat down and pulled out my phone, happy to just scroll thru Twitter and have a moment of peace before the big show. After 10 minutes or so I heard a rustling and looked up to find Max, yet again. “What are you doing here?” He sounded genuinely. “That’s all you want, isn’t it, just a good view?” She says a bit sarcastically. Again I hear giggles and laughter but still don’t put two and two together. “You’re a perv, aren’t you, we all know!” She says mockingly, “I know how much you ogle me and then I wonder what you get up to when you get home?!”I squirt several millilitres of pre-cum into my pants and have to moan “ohhh......” Now I hear loud laughter but nothing is going to deflect me from the ultimate pleasure, a fantasy about to cum. ” That evening, we met Greg and Diana at an awesome place called Milk and Honey. It seemed we were not the only couple there for an arranged meeting. I felt eyes on us from the moment we walked in. Greg and Diana were an amazing couple — I knew it from first sight. We hit it off from the get-go, something that doesn't always happen. They were similar in age as us but I was the youngest of the four by a little over a year. Not that it mattered: we got pretty buzzed and compared our two countries. ”“We really don’t like the idea of your being alone most of the time.”“I do have friends there. And there’s the coven, too. But I’ll think on it. I do need to leave, though, to catch my train.”David Staniland, the local Vicar;“Rosie, can you spare me some time?”“Of course, David! When?”“This afternoon?”“Certainly.”David Staniland was met at the door of the large, Victorian villa, by Rose-Marie Wilson, holding the hand of a small boy – Ted Wilson, Junior. “Good afternoon, David! Please come.