I could have gone there, walking down on one side of the valley, crossing the brook at its bottom, climbing up the slope on the other side — the bor...er is not guarded, it is hardly marked, I could have gone there and been back and still reached my destination long before dark, but what would have been the use?I took the the water bottle and a piece of bread out of my back pack, sat down on the trunk of a conveniently fallen tree, and took in the view.The landscape was the same as on this side. But you do need one, surrounded as you are by demons. Most of them your own.”“I’m sorry. I know I dumped a lot on you last night.”“More like a biblical flood, but yeah, you did. And by the way, the purpose of guardian angels is that you’re supposed to listen to them, dumbass.”“As you’ve told me many times, I’m slow. So what do you think about... ?”“No. We’re not having this conversation. First of all, there’s that flood I mentioned, and it’s going to take me a while to avoid drowning in it.. She moaned. I then pushed my dark purple cock head into her pussy opening. Her muscles pushed open. Her big cunt lips encased my hard cock. I got 1/2, then 3/4, then all the way in. I could feel her ass on my thighs. My cock was buried deep inside her. She held onto the rail. Her midsection rested on the wooden rail. I was on my end of my toes fucking her nice and slow. I here the wooden railing creek under her, as I fucked her pussy.I picked up the pace as I bent my knees some more. I was not. Her husband had never done that to her. Sex with him had always been a five-minute affair. He would come home, usually drunk and late. He would pull her panties to one side and screw her, for that was all it was, a screw, a hump. Within a minute or two of rough thrusting, he would deposit his seed inside her, roll off and fall immediately to sleep, grunting and snoring like the pig that he was. So many times she had been grateful for that invention now know simply as 'The Pill'.She had lost.