' I protested 'nnnnoooo, Mister Brad, it;'s going to hurt to much please let me go I want tell no one. I didn't tell no one last time.' Mister Brad s...iled at me and said 'I know, that's why you are going let me fuck you today and you are going to enjoy it. If you wasn't a fuck boy, you would have told your folks what I did to you, but you didn't. Now Give me your hands.' In panic I slowly lifted my hand one at a time, he took my hands and guided them to my ankles and said 'hold your legs open. " Oh, God." We just got carried away, as soon as we saw she was getting more attention we all got our tits out, even Anne-Marie. The drivers were going delirious, waving beeping horns giving us the thumbs up. It was just harmless fun."The image of four randy girls flashing their tits for attention on top of a bridge must have been quite a sight for road-weary lorry drivers. "It got out of control when Gemma played her ace card, she got her tits right out." Bloody hell, I bet that got some. Her rhythms and actions varied but all were united by their intensity. My first moan was greeted with a stern warning, "don't moan yet, still only the beginning, shut up and take it."As hard as it was, I restrained myself from further vocalisation, for now. "Now, let's do a little cunt work shall we, just an introduction you understand," she said and I nodded in reply. Her fingers were still clamped on my tits. "You said your cunt was accommodating, well it is going to have a lot of guests. She turned and saw she was high above a green hill, full of stones in neat regular rows. She floated down (or "zoomed in" seemed a better way to describe it, since up and down really seemed to have no meaning, only toward the light and away from it) until she walked among the stones of the cemetery. She had never noticed before how much it seemed like a beautiful garden. People stood, or sat, near many of the stones, mostly older men and women, but there were also some younger adults, and more.