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Speaker 1: Is it truly ever the same when we try to
Speaker 1: relive our youth? Maybe there is something else, something waiting
Speaker 1: to be discovered. As Lauren returned to her sanctuary, our
Speaker 1: place of lasting protection from our teenage years, it's history,
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Speaker 1: and filled the story caressing three body, the grass felt
Speaker 1: damp as Lawrence stopped in the middle of a clearing.
Speaker 1: The sun was already setting, making her lazy way towards
Speaker 1: the horizon. The moon was glowing, casting her silvery veil
Speaker 1: across the forest around her. Laurence sighed as she watched
Speaker 1: the stars twinkle to life. They're pinpoints of radiance, emphasizing
Speaker 1: the presence of the moon, somehow underlining her authority in
Speaker 1: the night sky. She really couldn't remember which direction she
Speaker 1: was meant to be going. She had been in this
Speaker 1: forest years ago. I knew these were only trees, so
Speaker 1: they didn't change that much, but damn if she couldn't
Speaker 1: find the path she wanted. The whole forest looked so
Speaker 1: different now. It might only be fifteen years ago, but
Speaker 1: what had happened to these trees? She didn't even really
Speaker 1: know why she wanted to visit the old chapel. Years ago,
Speaker 1: it was a run down building. God knows if it
Speaker 1: was even still standing. But when she was younger, the
Speaker 1: chapel had always been the place to escape to. Whenever
Speaker 1: there was problems or troubles at home, she could just
Speaker 1: go to the chapel and escape hide out for a
Speaker 1: few days. It truly was her sanctuary. Of course, as
Speaker 1: she grew up and realized that that broke and down
Speaker 1: building couldn't offer any security, she stopped using it, and
Speaker 1: somewhere over the midst of time it just disappeared from
Speaker 1: her thoughts. Until now. Now she felt like she needed
Speaker 1: the chapel more than ever. The chapel held all the
Speaker 1: answers she was never one to admit when she was
Speaker 1: wrong or even lost, so she wasn't about to start now,
Speaker 1: just continuing to push through the undergrowth despite there not
Speaker 1: being any obvious path, she allowed the thorns and branches
Speaker 1: to pull at her skirt and clothing, the repeated sound
Speaker 1: of ripping material just fueling her desire to push further.
Speaker 1: She knew it was here, somewhere. It had to be.
Speaker 1: Old buildings just don't get up and walk away, and
Speaker 1: you really didn't get much older in these parts than
Speaker 1: the chapel. It might have taken an hour, maybe two,
Speaker 1: but eventually Lauren stumbled over a path which looked vaguely familiar.
Speaker 1: Following it, every step seemed to be a step back
Speaker 1: in time, back to when she was so much younger,
Speaker 1: and she still felt hopeful for the life ahead. She
Speaker 1: couldn't be sure, but Lauren thought she could smell the
Speaker 1: dying embers of a fire, that same smell she had
Speaker 1: smelled so many times when she was here, when she
Speaker 1: was younger, when the chapel had been a destination for
Speaker 1: all of them, a place they could sleep out at
Speaker 1: night and not have to worry about putting up a tent,
Speaker 1: a place where they had some of the best parties
Speaker 1: Lauren had ever attended, and her dark secret was that
Speaker 1: she'd actually lost her virginity in this very chapel over
Speaker 1: the altar, if you're interested. They had both been young
Speaker 1: and naives, so the fact it was on the altar
Speaker 1: was the most memorable thing about it. Mark was nice enough,
Speaker 1: but Lauren realized soon after that he wasn't the man
Speaker 1: for her. The moonlight cast its eerie glow over the
Speaker 1: bark of the trees, illuminating them in the most beautiful way.
Speaker 1: As she traveled along the path deeper into the forest,
Speaker 1: the Mark seemed to smart to life, glowing in the moonlight,
Speaker 1: and even in the darkness of the night, this path
Speaker 1: felt strangely familiar, almost as if she could be walking
Speaker 1: it again, just as she had all those years ago.
Speaker 1: Eventually it opened up into a wide area amongst the trees,
Speaker 1: The familiar tumbledown stone of buildings long since forgotten decorated
Speaker 1: the ground. When they were kids, they would tell each
Speaker 1: other that the buildings were once part of a grand
Speaker 1: mansion of an incredibly wealthy family, built to humility by
Speaker 1: the devilish antics of one son who had brought nothing
Speaker 1: but shame to his family name. Eventually, the story went,
Speaker 1: the locals, who were extremely religious, burned the mansion to
Speaker 1: the ground, believing the son was the spawn of Satan himself.
Speaker 1: The legend went that although he was in the house
Speaker 1: with many of his lovers, as the building was engulfed
Speaker 1: with flame, none of them screamed, no one shouted, Not
Speaker 1: one of them begged for mercy, knowing they were destined
Speaker 1: for their rightful place in the flames of hell. It
Speaker 1: was always a favorite story set around that Campfigre, and
Speaker 1: every year they would decorated. While there would be more illustration,
Speaker 1: more passion into the story, there had been a time
Speaker 1: when Lauren had taken more than a passing interest in
Speaker 1: the local legend. She actually investigated the old building that
Speaker 1: had been on the side, and it was true there
Speaker 1: was once a mansion, and what's more, the family that
Speaker 1: owned it did actually fall under hard times within a
Speaker 1: single generation. The reports, such as they were at the time,
Speaker 1: seemed to say that the fire had actually been accidental,
Speaker 1: and the son of the devil who had perished in
Speaker 1: the flames was nothing more than a young man troubled
Speaker 1: by his sexuality. Back then, times were different, and many
Speaker 1: things would be cast as the devil's work, particularly the
Speaker 1: homosexual sun of a wealthy, prominent family. The moonlight seemed
Speaker 1: to isolate the chapel with its veil as she approached
Speaker 1: the forest around it, disappearing as the light gently danced
Speaker 1: across the old stone, casting a magical aura over the
Speaker 1: grave fatire. There was almost something relaxing without seeing this
Speaker 1: building once more, after all this time. Laurence sighed as
Speaker 1: she stood on the edge of the clearing, holding her
Speaker 1: breath for a moment and just absorbing the view in
Speaker 1: front of her, a view she thought she'd never see again,
Speaker 1: or ever really want to, And yet here she was,
Speaker 1: staring at over three hundred year old stones for all
Speaker 1: her life, feeling like she had returned home once again.
Speaker 1: It was true. As much as she wanted to deny it,
Speaker 1: as much as she wanted to pretend this was part
Speaker 1: of her imagination, she dannwell missed this place and all
Speaker 1: its collapsing history more than she thought possible. Taking a
Speaker 1: deep breath, Lauren took a step forward and pushed her
Speaker 1: way through the undergrowth that surrounded the old chapel. A
Speaker 1: fog of insects sparkled in the moonlight, disturbed from whatever slumber.
Speaker 1: They were engaged in pushing her fingers through the knotted ivy.
Speaker 1: Lauren eventually discovered the edge of a nutjar door. The
Speaker 1: door had been opened this way, certainly ever since she
Speaker 1: had known this place. Occasionally people would tear down the
Speaker 1: ivy so locals might visit the old chapel, But somehow, always,
Speaker 1: within days, the ivy had grown and the undergrowth returned
Speaker 1: to ensure the building's entrance was hidden from all those
Speaker 1: that didn't already know, or maybe the chapel didn't want knowing.
Speaker 1: As she pushed through the undergrowth into the building beyond,
Speaker 1: she had to admit the gap between the door and
Speaker 1: the wall felt a little tighter than it had when
Speaker 1: she was younger. Perhaps the door had moved after all.
Speaker 1: Perhaps the ivy had bordered a little more closed than
Speaker 1: it had all those years ago. After all, that was
Speaker 1: the only sensible conclusion Lauren could reach about the change
Speaker 1: in circumstances. A carpet of greenery covered the floor. Briefly,
Speaker 1: glimpses of moonlight ignited the dew that hung on the leaves,
Speaker 1: diamonds glittering over the ancient stone. Just as when she
Speaker 1: was younger, there were moments when Lauren felt the chapel
Speaker 1: was speaking to her, intrusting her with the secrets of
Speaker 1: this old building and charging her or keeping the secrets safe.
Speaker 1: There was something truly magical in this chapel. Lauren felt
Speaker 1: it felt like she belonged to it, as if the
Speaker 1: place was where she always wanted to be. How could
Speaker 1: she possibly have denied herself for all this time? Pulling
Speaker 1: the undergrowth from a stone's seat beneath an old mully
Speaker 1: and window, Lauren reclined and closed her eyes, releasing all
Speaker 1: the stress of the day. It was here, she remembered,
Speaker 1: here where she could feel truly safe within these walls.
Speaker 1: She could never explain why, but she really did feel
Speaker 1: safe here, oddly enough, safer that when she was in
Speaker 1: any church the other building. Here truly was her sanctuary.
Speaker 1: Listening to the sounds that echoed gently around the hollow room,
Speaker 1: the comforting whisper of a natural spring bubbling life into
Speaker 1: a front, relaxing and inviting her to sleep, to immerse
Speaker 1: herself in the relaxation that gently posed in the fabric
Speaker 1: of this building. How long she slept, she couldn't be
Speaker 1: shun or she did know that when she awoke, she
Speaker 1: wasn't alone anymore. Two men occupied the shadows on the
Speaker 1: edge of the room, their broad shoulders domedamating her view.
Speaker 1: Content to remain hidden within the shadows, Lauren pressed herself
Speaker 1: back tighter against the wall, Unsure who these men were
Speaker 1: or their intentions, she certainly didn't want the day to
Speaker 1: get any worse. There was a strange tension between the
Speaker 1: two men. Lauren couldn't decide if it was anger of
Speaker 1: frustration or maybe something else, but certainly the electricity seemed
Speaker 1: to crackle through the air as the two men stalked
Speaker 1: each other around the stone altar in the center. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: a clap of flesh echoed in the chapel, the sounds
Speaker 1: of two strong bodies embracing, engulfing each other in their
Speaker 1: muscled grasps. The sound more felt than herd as it
Speaker 1: resonated around the chapelsing Laurent to WinCE at the sensation
Speaker 1: that vibrated through her body. The two men pressed their
Speaker 1: jests together, fingers entwined as they wrestled each other against
Speaker 1: the altar. Laurren's pupils dilated at the erotic power plane
Speaker 1: unfolding before her. These two men seemed to be battling
Speaker 1: each other for supremacy, to see who would be in charge,
Speaker 1: and suddenly Lauren realized her pussy was trembling, aching at
Speaker 1: this pleasurable thought. Whiting on her lip, Lauren tried desperately
Speaker 1: to suppress a wildfire of passion who was already growing inside,
Speaker 1: a gentle whimper that dropped from her lips as she
Speaker 1: watched the two men's hands moving over then naked torsos,
Speaker 1: an energy vibrating between them, these men more powerful than
Speaker 1: she could imagine possible, an electricity that lit up the
Speaker 1: dark hair, igniting the space in the chapel. Their thumbs
Speaker 1: pressed into their tight muscles, pushing deeply, with their fingernails
Speaker 1: digging into each other's chest, tormenting their already erect nipples
Speaker 1: as they pinsed them roughly. The two men lost in
Speaker 1: each other's cases, consumed by an erotic desire that Lauren
Speaker 1: could only watch, spellbound by her own lustful thoughts, as
Speaker 1: their hands squeezed over the tight muscles of their abbitom
Speaker 1: and pushing lower her, their hands gripping each other intimately,
Speaker 1: and one of the men set he reached down and
Speaker 1: unbuckled the other's jeans, tearing the leather belt from the
Speaker 1: denim hoops before letting the cascade down his thighs, amassing
Speaker 1: into a heap around his ankles, before grabbing the man's
Speaker 1: swollen cock and stroven through his shorts. The deep moans
Speaker 1: of a frustrated desire echoed in the chapel as he
Speaker 1: squeezed his partner's erection tightly and gently milking the tip.
Speaker 1: Your pretty little cock. Want to come? She heard one
Speaker 1: man ask, and watched the couple engrossed in their desires
Speaker 1: as the other nodded his reply. Not yet, not until
Speaker 1: I say, the first man said. And now you can
Speaker 1: get on your knees and make my cop tremble with
Speaker 1: your lips. And when you've tasted every last roll, I
Speaker 1: might consider letting you come in my ass. Lauren's fingers
Speaker 1: dug into her thighs, Pressing through the gentle materials, she
Speaker 1: stroked the sensitive skin. It never considered watching two men
Speaker 1: together could be so erotic and so pussy tingling, But
Speaker 1: right now she couldn't think of anything hornier than watching
Speaker 1: these two men fuck the daylights out of each other.
Speaker 1: Her own slick already kissing down her thighs, stroking the
Speaker 1: soft skin it's her desire grow and stopping herself as
Speaker 1: she realized she was standing in anticipation, trying to get
Speaker 1: a better view of the man who knelt on his knees,
Speaker 1: lavishing his tongue around the shout that trembled before him,
Speaker 1: his lips sucking gently along every inch of that sensitive cock.
Speaker 1: Every movement of his mouth screamed that he worshiped the
Speaker 1: cock in front of him, Cupping the man's bulls and
Speaker 1: squeezing them gently as his fingers pushed further back, tormenting
Speaker 1: him further, forcing his cock even stiffer as it trembled
Speaker 1: with passion. Even in the moonlight, Lauren could watch it,
Speaker 1: throbbing with desire. Every motion between the two men occupied
Speaker 1: her thoughts obsessively. She watched as the one stood pushed
Speaker 1: his fingers through his own hair as if flaunting his
Speaker 1: cock in front of the other's mouth, tormenting him with
Speaker 1: the pleasure he so desired, proudly displaying the impressive of
Speaker 1: his erection as he pushed it towards his partner's mouth. Slowly,
Speaker 1: his lips slid over the tip of the man's cock,
Speaker 1: his mouth stretched to take him fully and deeply in
Speaker 1: his throat. Lauren's fingers pressed against her sudden panties, massaging
Speaker 1: her lips, her clip through the soft material, matching the
Speaker 1: speed and rhythm of the man's head as he slipped
Speaker 1: his mouth along that impressive length, taking his cock deep
Speaker 1: into his throat. As Lauren pushed her fingers between her
Speaker 1: wet lips, fucking deep into her pussy without even thinking,
Speaker 1: as if hypnotized by watching the pendulous motion the man
Speaker 1: giving a blow job. As his pace quickened, his head
Speaker 1: moving faster, the passion rising, Lauren's fingers pushed deeper into
Speaker 1: a pussy, fucking herself would determined thrust, wanting to come
Speaker 1: in perfect time. As that cock exploded in the man's mouth.
Speaker 1: For a moment, she could imagine the taste of kissing
Speaker 1: come from his lips, and the tight skin of their
Speaker 1: chest and down their stomach, and what those two men
Speaker 1: might do to a fragile body as they explored each
Speaker 1: and every our office to satisfy their desires. Lauren could
Speaker 1: feel her orcassen rising, accelerating as a body tensed, watching
Speaker 1: the man's fingers pulling into his partner's hair, his mouth
Speaker 1: taking that cock even deeper as his balls slapped on
Speaker 1: his chin. With each pussy electrifying thrust, Lauren could almost
Speaker 1: feel his balls tightening, his pre come rising as his
Speaker 1: cocked rem in the man's throat, tasting that first hint
Speaker 1: of pleasure as he felled deeper and harder. Owning his mouth.
Speaker 1: Her fingers grasped their breast, squeezing them tightly as she
Speaker 1: watched his button's tense and thrust that hard cock even
Speaker 1: more urgently into the welcoming mouth of the man on
Speaker 1: his knees. There was a voice suddenly, somewhere in the darkness,
Speaker 1: a voice that just said, you can come for me now.
Speaker 1: Her thighs tensed around her hand, gripping it tightly as
Speaker 1: her fingers pushed deeper, watching the two men melt into
Speaker 1: a pool of desire as his body tensed him. With
Speaker 1: perfect timing, the man on his knees thrust a finger
Speaker 1: deep into his ass, forcing an explosion that consumed his
Speaker 1: whole body. The streams of white come spilled down his
Speaker 1: chin and dripping over the tight muscles of his chest.
Speaker 1: Unable to control her orgasm any longer, Lauren's fingers pushed
Speaker 1: deep inside her pussy, her thumb, rubbing her clip with
Speaker 1: vicious desire, as her fingernails dug into her breast and
Speaker 1: her body erupted, her orgasm cascading through every cell. Closing
Speaker 1: her eyes, she sank into the oblivion of erotic pleasure,
Speaker 1: and somewhere in the distance, she could hear her voice
Speaker 1: moaning that deepest pleasure, guttural and nanimalistic. There was no
Speaker 1: sense run to the words, just sheer, unadulterated passion that
Speaker 1: consumed her mind and body. Opening her eyes, Lauren realized
Speaker 1: that Chapel was silent, painfully aware she had screamed her
Speaker 1: pleasure of football to here, and that she was now
Speaker 1: the focus of the two men's attention as they talk
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