Epilogue For five years now, Sarah and I have hosted a fuckfest every Friday night, except for one month each year when we go away on holiday. The num...bers have grown to about 30, although on any one night we rarely have more than 25 or fewer than 20. My favourite fuck, always my first of the night, is in Wendys arse, now days there is always someone else fucking her cunt at the same time. Often its her husband, Steven, but not always. Of the 12 participants at our first fuckfest only John has. One young guy named ken was watching her and asked if I knew the lady in the witches outfit and I said I did and told him I had already had her and she was real easy. Ken was in a pirates outfit. he asked where I took her and I said to her friends camper (ours) and she was so hot to trot he should get in and get it while he could. he approached her when I handed her a beer. she drank it down and ken asked if she wanted to dance and she said no lets fuck. he dropped his beer and said OK. Where?. "She moved toward him and he frowned with concern and a sense of guilt; she was so tiny ... when he thought about that afternoon ... he had not been gentle with her..."Did I hurt you?" he asked her abruptly - dreading her reply.Sarah reached up and kissed him on the lips. "You would never hurt me Sam." She grimaced slightly. "Shock me, yes; but hurt me ... No Sam ... You did not hurt me." She patted him gently on the cheek. "You loved me very well though," she added naughtily as she sat on the. He sat back up and thought for a moment as he stared out the window seeing nothing in turn from its blackness. The drizzle outside was a static rhythm and was pleasing to his ears. The teen had a deep psychological love for the rain and thunder. He ran his hand through his slightly greasy hair, continuing to stare out the window in deep thought. His thoughts were on a girl as most boys his age often thought of but not in the same crude manner as his brethren. This boy was different, or maybe.