"We'll pick it up in the morning."He lay on his back and she cuddled against him, playing with his patch of chest hair. "Thomas?" What?" By any chance... ... are you reliving, vicariously through me ... some of your fondest memories of Beth?" Holy shit. Maybe I am. I'm sorry, Beth ... I mean Lynne. Shit..." He pounded the mattress with his fist. "Fuck ... I'm so sorry, Lynne." It's okay. I'm not upset. It helps me understand you better." She continued fingering his hair. "You still love her, don't. Your tongue found my swollen clit and lips. You slowly licked me, tasting all my juices. Your teeth nipped my clit, and I moaned loudly. I begged you to fuck me, and you chuckled to yourself, telling me I needed to learn patience. Then, your tongue moved inside me, stretching deep. As I became lost in the feeling, I felt your finger, wet with my juices, pressing against my rosebud. I winced slightly, still not used to an invasion there, but soon forgot any misgivings as I felt your cock. She rolled over onto her back, hitched up that sexy black skirt of hers and pulled her knickers aside inviting a good fucking.The policewoman was out of me, onto and into Diane in a flash, leaving me slumped and hurting on the floor.While they humped away beside me and congratulated each other for being so darned clever I twisted around and sat with my back to the radiator, enjoying the show and trying to work everything out.And then one penny dropped, at least."You're the hairdresser, aren't. Of course, maybe she didn’t want me! Maybe I was rubbish in bed! Maybe they were all arguing for who could avoid having to sleep with me! Typical male insecurity ambushed me when I was least expecting it. Maybe, in leaving them to discuss me alone, they were finally able to admit how fucking hopeless I was, how small my cock was ‘could hardly feel anything’, how -”Chris, you got a minute?” Cheryl shouted down.I went up with coffee and a packet of Hobnobs. How is it that in the middle of nowhere.