She felt for a pulse, and then slowly rose shaking her head. She looked around and said, "That wasn't from blood loss. The bite was poison or he had h...art trouble."Baker went over to Fred and said, "What happened?"Fred looked at him and steadied his emotions. He said, "Rich screamed. He and Tom were to my left about twenty feet examining a hump. I was looking at another spot. Tom yelled to run and I did. I heard him scream soon after that. Mary was shooting them as they came but the pistol. She invited us in. We sat at the table with her husband and mother. The way she was looking at me was pure desire. I hadn’t yet had a kurta (traditional wear) and she told me to follow her to one of her elder k**s’ bedrooms. I did, leaving my friend with her husband and mother. She shut the door and found a kurta fite for me in n one of her k**s’ closets. She brought it over to me as I sat on her k**’s bed. She then kissed me passionately and I felt electricity course through my veins. Her hand. I asked what he wanted to do. Darrell was graphic in describing how he was going to destroy my hole. He wanted to make sure that I wouldn't want another guy's cock in there. I had never been more scared in my life. Once it he started, I was not allowed to stop him. I felt weak and frail. My mind was sensationalising Darrell's destruction of my "pussy" ( as he called it ).I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs apart. Darrell rubbed himself in my crack. He asked one more time if I. Of course we were welcome and he, with the implications very clear, said he was looking forward to meeting (meating) Cynthia. My chuckling response was that she had expressed a similar interest.On the drive to George and Celeste’s, a hand kept slipping into my unzipped fly to check that my equipment was in good working order. During one stretch on the interstate where there was very little traffic, her mouth also made the same examination. She knew better than to take me too far since I wanted.