3/ "And Vigil crashes Warne out of the SCG, equalling Sir Garfield Sobers feat, passing Sir Donald Bradman's average, and securing the Ashes for the fifth consecutive series"

Alright Aussies, I can hear you scoffing and laughing from here.

I'm not big on fantasysing - more of a doer than an imanginer - but then I probably haven't got my head round the fun of fantasy.

I do though have this recurring thought of an orgy where the men and women are separated by a totally flexible material that allows anything to happen between them, but cannot be seen through. It is a cacophany of flesh, lust, and pleasuring. There are areas where the women can sit and men beneath will pleasure them with their tongues. Other areas where men lie, their erections sticking out for the women to suck, play with and mount. The women can push their asses back against the material offering themselves for whatever a man might desire.

If I find the material, I'll open the club and you are all invited.

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Vigil, if you were my husband, I would give you poison.

Madam, if you were my wife, I would take it.