Three feet of cock- 1

Again, the doorbell rang, this time at exactly six o’ clock. Leaving Perrie, Batoul, and David alone, Tristan answered the door.

“Janet! Peter!”

“Tristan! I’ve missed you!” Janet cried, giving him an affectionate embrace. Tristan gladly let her, wrapping his arms warmly around her zaftig frame.

“Hi, Tristan,” her husband Peter said, shaking Tristan’s hand while he hugged Janet.

“Hey Peter. You look good.”

“Thanks. Where’s everyone else?”

“Oh, they’re inside. Just head inside and you can’t miss them. You’re just the second couple to arrive.”

“Who else is coming?” Janet asked.

“Lemme see…there’s you, Perrie and I, David and Batoul are already here, and then there’s Nick, Zoe, Shikha, and her boyfriend.” Tristan answered.

“Wonderful! I haven’t seen them in forever,” she replied.

He led them both inside, but continued to converse with Janet. The two of them had known each other for years. He had met her even before meeting Perrie, and the two of them had a mutual crush that both sides were too shy to do anything about. Once, just once, they had done something about it, but each of them had feared the other thought it was a mistake, and nothing more happened. Sometimes, unknown to the other, both of them wondered how things would have turned out had they acted more decisively on their feelings.