Ah… Rosie fingered Dawn. Moreover – I must say – why not? As long as all the sexual arousal spatulas are put back in the sex utensil drawer afterwards, I don’t think it is any business of ours what other fully-consensual adults get up to in the privacy of their own multi-storey car park, is it? Especially if they are prepared to give a fully-illustrated talk (including numbered diagrams) on it at the next pre-orgy tea and cream cakes session at the village hall.
To be honest, I was quietly impressed with the way Rosie and Dawn have fitted themselves into village life in less than 10 years. Whilst still (for another three or four generations – at least) they are outsiders, they have thrown themselves into village life with an openness and a naturalness that can only give them credit. The weekly all-village orgy may seem like a quaint rural tradition to you urban sophisticates, but to us locals it is something we are proud of – history means a lot to rooted people. Therefore, it is always nice when incomers – like Rosie and Dawn – enter into things (and vice-versa, of course) with such generosity of spirit and well-lubricated enthusiasm.