I live in a log home out in the country. I invite all my logger friends to come up and party, and spend the night. They bring campers, vans and tents ...nd most usually spend the night. I supply the beer and most of the eats. We roast a hog and I even get a band in to play for us. I usually have upward of fifty people out to celebrate. ‘Two years ago, it was late in the evening or even early morning, when I came in from outside and there was April and Mark in a lovers’ embrace on my couch.’. I mean; here was an offer to meet, so that could only be seen as a positive start. Neither of us were making any promises. It was merely an opportunity to meet each other againSo I got into the car, started it up and made my way down south, wondering what the outcome would be. We had corresponded for a while now and it looked like we had finally found another mutually convenient date when we could meet up. Following that first lunch date (which seemed a lifetime away now), I had wondered if. Her present accomplishment was all the greater than mine for she achieved her goals without the use of whip or cane which, I recalled, had been a constant need in her period of adjustment.I observed the two wedding ceremonies at close hand. The brides and their grooms stood beneath a canopy in the gardens of the Priory, surrounded by friends and family. It was a warm day. The two girls were dressed in simple white embroidered smocks. Their grooms were resplendent in tail coats and gold braid. He was fully embedded inside me stretching me in ways unimaginable, we copulated meters from parked cars, he bringing new meaning to the word, 'Service station'.Having 'Seeded' me he lay panting on top of my nude body, still hard inside, milking every fine feeling of being inserted inside another mans play-hole. I could feel his hardness as my vagina enmeshed his total length I wrapped around him like a warm tight condom, his freshly ejaculated sperm forming a pool over my uterus, waiting to be.