“It just feels weird to have someone else do it.”“You do this to yourself?” I asked curiously.“Sure,” she said, “with my fingers or a di...do.”“Cool,” I replied. It was.I began sliding my finger in and out of her ass, each time pulling it to within a centimeter of popping out, before shoving it back in. The inside of her ass was warm and tight. As I finger fucked her, I began to wiggle my finger around, hoping to stretch her out a bit more. This apparently felt very good because she began to. And I wanted him. I looked away to asses my next nearest hiding place. There was a boulder, very close to the stream but surrounded by rhododendrons and bracken. It was risky but if I waited until he was committed to his wank, and kept the bushed between us, then I would be close enough to hear his cum moans. Happy with my plan, I girded myself for the moment but, when I turned back, he was gone. Shit! Where the fuck did he go? “You looking for me, mister?” I whirled round, jumping up and. Mike's steady stroking had Carol moaning with lust. At the back of one of his long strokes, his cock slipped out of Carol and landed on my face. It was long and wide and looked like sex. I circled my hand around it and put it back into Carol. My cock was throbbing with pleasure as I pumped it into the air. I needed relief. His strokes became more frantic, plunging deeper and deeper. He was close. I could sense him tensing up. He made one last plunge and froze. I could see his balls. "It's one thing to force all the funerals to happen at once so the media can get their show, but do these assholes have to show up to protest?"I looked at the Earth First protesters. They were pandering to the news cameras. At least, the ones acting like clowns were better than the real offenders, who pretended to be mourners so they could spit on the victims' coffins. So far, we had watched the cemetery workers lower twenty bodies to their final resting place."This is what they want to do to.