My back arcs and I feel the blankets suffocating my body as I want to cum. I strip away the covers, the golden light of a streetlamp washes over me. I... feel it building, I remember the look in your eyes as I thrust into you, making motion to bring you closer to fulfillment. My cock jumps in the excitement its almost arrived, but my hand ceases, my breath heavy and a slow moan escapes. I don't want to stop, I want to spring forth with all I can and cum everywhere. I want to feel the orgasm. I felt him cum hot and deep in me as he let go of my arse cheeks and Pete took his cock out of my mouth at last letting me relax although I was shaking like a leaf. He said now fuck him, I must have looked surprised as he said you fuck your wife in the arse it is no different. By now I was desperate to cum myself and I saw the lube next to me and slapped some on and lined up against who I now knew to be Adam and put my bell end against his arse and pushed really hard as I felt he had used me. Then her face broke into a huge smile. “Don’s ring!”“Yes Angel, Don’s ring.”Jason smiled and said, “I’ll see you two outside.”“Now, let’s get married, shall we.”In bare feet, they walked down to the beach and stood before Pastor Ken with Jason standing by Don’s side. Pastor Ken spoke slowly and clearly so that Angel understood his words. “I Donald Raymond Taylor, take you Angel to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, to love and cherish, for better or worse, for richer or. And you couldn’t. You couldn’t handle it then and you can’t handle it now. Because the truth now is this: You blamed her for everything that went wrong. You blamed her for being the woman she was. You blamed her for the very things that kept you in her good graces. You blamed her for being compassionate. You blamed her for getting hurt. And she took it all onto herself because that’s what a generous woman does. But I am your damage control. I showed up on her doorstep at three in the morning..