To explain a bit more, it was basically people wearing masks to cover their faces, driving to a secluded area and then fucking strangers. For lads our...age it was the perfect thing, we both had cars and we both loved fucking.Now my memory is a little bit sketchy here, but I'm 99% positive the documentary (which was all set in parts of England that were very close, if not local, to us), had a scene set in a park a 10 minute drive from us. If it wasn't in the show, I could've read it online.. "The detective stops then asks with concern in his voice, "Are you alright? You are white as a sheet!"Cheryl mumbles and refuses a cigarette then with a determined stride goes to the car. During the short drive she wishes that Ron could be at her side. But the officer said that might jeopardize the operation. Steeling herself she approaches the cabin then knocks and waits.After a bit the door opens and he is standing pointing at his penis with a huge grin crowing, "See what I have for you! That. When he saw me, he then spanked my bottom until it was red hot, and I begged him to fuck me there, right in my ass. I was a bit of a slut even then I think, at least in my head. I was always having nasty fantasies even as a girl, and on our big landholding it wasn't hard to watch the older lads and their lasses at their private love-play, either day or night. He fucked my tiny little ass good, and I swear I had a smile on my face for the next entire week. He liked fucking my ass, and he even. It was me entwined with Siza, fucking, diminishing copies of us extending on forever and we were all slightly different and interacting with each other, sharing. I could tell because the action was slightly different as we were all individuals and frankly it was simply mind boggling but perfect.“Siza, what is this, what?” “Nothing new. You just never realized until now the timelessness of infinity through your experience with us. You’re everywhere. You’re fucking me as the same instance, yet.