That was as much as I could pen him down.It was too late to bother with it all, so I just smiled and began plotting how to destroy his life. When I co...oled down, I forgot about him."So, should I ride the trike back, or do you want to," The Brit asked."That's up to you." I said just a little short."Then I think I will ride it back," he said. "There is nothing else to do here until tomorrow." No, there isn't but I'm going to Mary Ellen's store before I go home," I informed him."Will there be. Besides "let's fuck." I was on my cell phone, and I was just pulling onto your street at the same time. Anyway, my car is acting funny. The temp gauge is way high." She sat down on the couch. I started to stiffen a little. "Is it okay if I hang out here for a little while and let the car cool off?"My mind went blank. "Uhhh...yeah...definitely," I stammered. "Yeah I was actually just about to head out in a little while. You want something to drink?" I looked down from behind her. She sat on my. The crotch of my panties was soaked as I withdrew my hands and dripping wet fingers. I smeared my juice on the mirror in front of me.My middleman stood up abruptly signaling the other two it was time to leave. His erection was very telling. The two left but he lingered behind and approached the wet mirror. He leaned forward struggling to keep his mask in place, only inches from the juice on the glass; his long tongue slowly lapped it. His nose whiffed my scent, “Beautiful,” he whispered, then. There were twice as many as last year. The noise and smell were incredible - testosterone heaven with a soundtrack of grunts and groans. I had hands on my tits and cocks pressed against my arse. Ooh, I love all that.The champagne was flowing courtesy of Rob. That’s right, Rob. Totally out of character but I’m not one to question his motives. Everyone had a glass. Saskia and I had two. We raised them as the countdown began. Ten…nine…I can’t describe the excitement. It was more intense than last.