You didn't really expect to see Vivian again. Well, you didn't really expect to go back to Misty Barrow at all. But you failed your shot at success in the big city, and here you are, back in your parent's countryside basement.

You meet her on your way to the town, her small hand tight around the wrist of her partner Roger, a tanned beast of a man with long brown hair and gentle green eyes. They invite you for a beer, back to her parent's house. They retired to Portugal in January, but they just couldn't bring themselves to sell the place.

Roger turns up to be a humourous laid back guy, more than happy to listen to you and Vivian reminiscing about the teenage years spent smuggling cigarettes and half-empty scotch bottles behind the power plant wall. 

Everything is fine until Vivian casually asks: "Do you still like to suck dick?" 

You choke on your beer.

"I was young. And drunk!" you sputter.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about" she reassures you.

"Absolutely nothing" insists Roger, before casually lifting Vivian's light summer dress. 

She is not wearing any underwear and you are sitting close enough to see the slickness glistening on her tight perfect slit. Your eyes dart between her swollen pussy and the hardened meat pushing against Roger's colourful swim trunks. You have no idea how you didn't notice before. Even under the fabric, you can see that he is hung like a horse. You can't help but stare.

When you manage to tear your eyes away and look up, you realize that their smile is the one of a wolf. Now you are kneeling on the wooden floor of the small veranda where twelve years old you used to sip homemade ice tea. Roger is sitting casually on the old lawn chair, his leg spread to give you a great view of his meaty bulge. 

"Like what you see?" he says with a smug smile.

Vivian's bony finger gently caress your hair as she nuzzles against your neck. 

"Come on, sweetie," she says as she pushes your face against the other man's crotch "You know what to do".