It wasn't a romantic escapade, no one was going out with anyone else. We set off from Barna in my friend's father's old car, a great big old Citroen,...a shark, I think it was called. They were called sharks because of the fins on the back of the car though as I remember it this one didn't have any. Anyway the car was large, blue and very dodgy, just like the one in the photo above. We had left early in the morning to avoid the rush and the heat as this was at the end of July. Once we had passed. "We have fantasized about you since we were thirteen. We had never seen anyone having sex before we saw you and your wife. We watched you every time. Your hands all over her body, your cock, pounding her from behind, your bearded face full of dripping pussyjuice after you made her orgasm over and over again. And now, we want to see if you are as good as our fantasies were." Don't disappoint us, John," Lilou whisper in my other ear. We ride downhill on a small gravel path. The landscape is mixed. It was not hollow at all; it was layers of gradually thickeningprotection that grew denser the further in you were able to penetrate.At first it was easy to enter but step by step, the further that youmade it in the thicker that it got until it solidified so much that anintruder was held fast like a fly in amber. Held fast and subjected allthe while to excruciating increasing levels of pain, pain tied to thelevel of their connection to the aether itself. He might be able toshake it off soon,. ' But more like: 'I won't resist allowingyou to ejaculate inside me.' And it's driven by pity."I cringe. He's probably not wrong about some of that. But he is wrongabout the most important part."It's not pity Kevin. I'm in no position to be deigning that. It'sempathy. I care about..... about what happens to you. And not becauseit's self serving. But because we are in the same boat. We're all eachother has." I look at him imploringly."And as to the rest," I regather. " I'm sure what's left of.