The art buddy took those home, and his burnt in memory of the event, and then did the reconstruction. And, when he did, I was shocked at the details t...at he presented. He did his art big. I have a forty eight inch version of the drawing seen here in this story. Instead of zooming in, you need only walk up close to the drawing. It is obvious that the artist tried to save the most graphic images of what happened to my wife and the other girl on stage. He thought that you would just look “closely”. I asked Maddie if she wanted to change for the stretching, and she said, “I’m fine if it’s okay with you.”“Sure, just so you’re comfortable,” I said reassuringly. “You know the routine”“Okay, I trust you,” Maddie said, biting her lip a little.The first stretch involved me taking her straight left leg out to the side. Maddie’s leg opened to almost 90 degrees before she even winced. With her open like that, my hands probed her hip to gauge her pain. I could not avoid a view of Maddie’s exposed. I awoke suddenly from deep sleep to Alena's wet mouth gently gliding up and down my rock hard morning wood. Her strokes were deliberately super slow and rhythmic her mouth only touching my cock on the backstroke. The sensation was heavenly. It wasn't long before she was straddling me, her wet pussy barely touched me as she slid back and forth over it making it jump up and smack her clit. At long last I felt her warmth wrap around me as she guided it in. She worked herself into a rhythm. My. For Beth’s part, she had lost all sense of control as Phil became even more aggressive. Soon Beth found not only his tongue trying to slide down her throat, she found his hand on her breasts and in her bikini bottoms. She could feel his hard cock pressed into her bottoms.Perhaps it was easier to justify his current actions to assume Beth was ‘easy’, so you can imagine Phil’s surprised when he realized his finger had found resistance. Beth was still a virgin.For a brief moment, he thought of.