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The Squad
Date: 5/26/2024, Categories: Group Sex Author: SandG_Play
... contents but counting the bodies as I went. Fifteen of them. Fifteen is the full squad for a rugby team. The tea I had brewed earlier was cold, so I reboiled the kettle and made two new cups before climbing the stairs and entering our bedroom. I woke her gently, then let her drink the hot beverage before I started to tell her how our lives were about to undergo a dramatic change. = 7: Postscript: Angelica = Sitting at my favourite spot in the Lost Gardens of Heligan, on a wood bench in deep shade, overlooking a small pond, I find it hard to believe the upheaval my slutty gang bang caused to our lives. I watch dragonflies flit across the surface, looking for a mate in the two weeks of free life they finally earn, their iridescent blue wings glinting in the dappled sunlight. Stefan has gone to Falmouth on his monthly trip to visit our solicitors to pick up the redirected post from our old home. He drives to Saint Mawes, takes the foot ferry across the harbour, walks into town, and reverses each stage to come back to ...
... Mevagissy. He is careful all the time not to let anyone follow him back. We are not neurotic; we are just careful. In hindsight, the move was the best thing we could have done. We have always loved the village and its steep streets running down to the harbour. Our house looks out over fields across the lane in front, and from the garden, we can see the deep blue sea on a fine day. Our local friends have helped us find a place in a new social set, and we swing together regularly. My desire to be a filthy, slutty whore has evaporated; life is good, and no man is ever going to call me Angel again, except one, should we ever meet. Could I do it? A shiver passed through my body at the thought of his power being exercised inside my cunt. Thirty years my junior, could I hold on to him for more than a few fleeting minutes? Watching a dragonfly in its aerial dance, the desperate need to find a mate provided me with the answer. My mating days had passed; it was time to relax. Turning the clock back was futile. Relax, Angelica, relax, and chill.