We're going to can green beans.The show went well. The taping was good. At one point, I opened a can of beans we'd taken the label off and then asked ...hem to compare the canned green beans to those mushy travesties that people buy in stores. They were suitably amazed. I thanked our guests and they left with a pint of freshly canned green beans each.Lauren immediately called all of us together. I wasn't used to this. She even asked Elaine, Angela, and Mary to join us as she replayed portions of. Standing in front of Margret watching her hand inside her pants rubbing herself feverishly was getting me aroused. Going from her hands up to her small breasts watching her nipples get harder was very exciting. When I would see her eyes staring at my cock with her mouth open it was making it easier to cum. I stepped closer and pointed my cock at her chest when I stroked out my first load of my cum. I believe she came as well by the sounds of her deep breaths and moans. When I was done painting. One was a guy in his mid-20's, longish blonde hair and glasses, carrying just a backpack. Nice-looking man, named Daniel. He noticed the book I was reading was English and we struck up a conversation. Turned out he was on his way home to a little town in Wales after picking g****s in Southern France for several months... something of an adventure for him, but not a well-paying one, it turns out.I told him I planned to spend the night in Calais and that seemed to pique his interest. It was. She asked to meet with me and we set it up to meet in a local restaurant. I got there a few minutes early and got a booth. Sara arrived and came in with a strange man holding her hand. She saw me and could tell (my eyes) that she screwed up again. I paid for my coffee and walked past them without a word. The man snorted as I was going past. I hit him with all of the built-up anger that he caused and he went down to the floor.I left the place and drove home to wait for the police to come and.