Angel married and moved to Los Angeles, that same city where Dad had stored up the sperm that had made us in the first place. As fate would have it, b...th of us are now divorced. In each case it was a blessing. We spoke often, saw each other occasionally. Angel told me that she dated pretty regularly, got laid often enough. That was not surprising; she was always slightly more popular than me. Not enough for me to be jealous, but noticeable. Much of my own post-divorce sex life was either finger. He gasped for air as it shot straight up and back down on his cock and my hand adding to the lubrication and the heat of the moment. Each time he shot a load I could feel the vibration all the way through his ass and my cock. As I watched intently both in the mirror and over his shoulder, I had reached the same point myself. My head fell back on the head board and I felt the same explosive power and vibration as I blew my first load deep inside his hole. I thrust upward with each blast and. Here, in the privacy of her own backyard, she had no worries about boys seeing her without the benefit of concealing layers of clothing.She had a nice book to read about a young girl lost in the woods and surrounded by a band of wolves. It reminded her of how she felt in school sometimes when the little packs of boys clustered around her at lunch or on the field when she was practicing.“I wish I knew what they were thinking!”Natalie had a hard time figuring out what the boys were really. We, the girls, of course read E. L. James, the trilogy had received too much publicity for any self-respecting woman’s book club to just ignore. I had no inclination to investigate BDSM or find out if I had a dark side, but it did make me wonder if there was more to sex than the rather perfunctory ritual that Tom and I now occasionally performed. Neither did it lead to my wanting to add more than just Tom to my list of sexual conquests, Tom had been the only man that I had ever been intimate.