Right?"She paused, then said, "No, what I mean is, I met someone else. A friend of one of my cousins." There was a pregnant pause, then: "A girl."What...might have been a body-blow to others was sort of a relief to me. It answered a lot of questions, cleared up a lot of things that had occurred over the previous year or so.I nodded slowly. "So, you're a ... lesbian."She grinned a little. "At least you didn't call me a dyke."We were silent for a moment; then, I said, "So, who else knows about. “Feeling okay?” Pete asked as he slid to the mattress alongside me.I nodded, unable to speak, my head spinning as the final tremors of climax left my shaken, swollen body.He moved closer until his legs were pressed close to mine. I could see his cock, long, dark but now flaccid lying on his sticky inner thigh; the cock that had just brought so much genuine pleasure to his temporary lover. I could feel the soreness between my buttocks beginning to replace the pleasure of my recent. It also appeared to both men that women were engaging with each other more often than before. When Henry had first frequented the park, women would stand back or even sit and talk while their men fucked behind the bushes. While the two voyeurs were already comfortable in their house, two couples pictured the new trend. Both men and their wives were in their late 50s or early 60s. The men wore a top hat, carried a cane, had a black vest with covered a white shirt and expensive trousers to match.. What took you?’ Vincent: ‘Heh, you know what.’ Rosie: (Sigh) ‘Vinny, I know you are good… hell, probably even the best there is at hunting, but you really need to tone it down with the cat and mouse routine. Was the target a…?’ Vincent: ‘Nah, he wasn’t, just another Fallen… like always these days.’ Rosie: ‘See, that’s exactly what I mean. If it’s a Fallen you just need to kill it, not chase it to a corner and push it into attacking you!’ Vincent: (Meh) ‘Say what you want, if undertake a job.