We have a little garden party every year at the Manor.
Traditionally it’s held on Valentine’s night but that might not suit some who have to travel a distance so it can vary by a few days.
Last night was the night.
The party is held in the garden and there is only one theme – sex, and lots of it.
So there was a positive orgy of riding, fornicating, shagging, humping, fucking and frankly anything with a cavity was likely to have a todger stuck in it. All ages are catered for and I’m sure there was a fair bit of incest going on too. Who the hell asks about relationships when the juices are flowing? I’m surprised the neighbours don’t complain as the guests can make quite a racket.
The party only lasts one night [though occasionally some come back the following night to try their luck once more].
The place is quiet again today.
The only sign of the orgy is the frogspawn on the lake.